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Who: Matel and Yuan
Where: Espoir, at Yuan's hizzouse
Style: Either
Status: Closed FOR NOW?!
It had taken Martel a bit longer to get across the village than she thought it would have, but she had finally made it- this village really did look like Heimdall. Her hands touched the aged, snowed-on bark on nearby trees with a smile on her face. Her feet left soft marks in the snow behind her.
The south end of Espoir is what Yuan had told her, so she was set to searching for it. There were several houses in the village, though. It would probably be odd of her to go around and knock on each one-- were there signs of any kind? Each home looked somewhat the same, but different, somehow. Different colors, different floors...the kinds of windows. She stopped looking around when her eyes caught a small bunch of lilies, further down. They had always been Martel's favorite-- she had always dreamed of getting married with a large bouquet of white lilies, and she had only told that to one person.
A smile appeared on her lips. It had to be him. He was right behind this door.
She knocked softly, praying that her gut was right.
Where: Espoir, at Yuan's hizzouse
Style: Either
Status: Closed FOR NOW?!
It had taken Martel a bit longer to get across the village than she thought it would have, but she had finally made it- this village really did look like Heimdall. Her hands touched the aged, snowed-on bark on nearby trees with a smile on her face. Her feet left soft marks in the snow behind her.
The south end of Espoir is what Yuan had told her, so she was set to searching for it. There were several houses in the village, though. It would probably be odd of her to go around and knock on each one-- were there signs of any kind? Each home looked somewhat the same, but different, somehow. Different colors, different floors...the kinds of windows. She stopped looking around when her eyes caught a small bunch of lilies, further down. They had always been Martel's favorite-- she had always dreamed of getting married with a large bouquet of white lilies, and she had only told that to one person.
A smile appeared on her lips. It had to be him. He was right behind this door.
She knocked softly, praying that her gut was right.