In a place set somewhere in-between the blurry line of fantasy and medieval, there exists a place of pastel proportions: The Bleating Bakery, which is located in a Town of Bridges…Bridge of Towns…Bridgertown?
Inside of this opalescent building— probably too grand in some views to home a bakery, one will find an overwhelming magnitude of desserts nearly too advanced for that timeframe. Even more stra—impressive is the sheer gleaming array of polished trimmings, a sparkling chandelier (whose size had to be downsized several times of what was suggested) and windows that held no problem letting in the Sun, reflecting the colored panes across overly cleaned tables and polished floors.
For a few days only, the doors have been opened to souls who wished to enter and join the co-owner in celebrating the hottest time of the year. The innards of the bakery being decorated in crudely drawn suns that had twirly mustaches and a goatee (he insisted to make these himself and he DID HIS BEST!
). Ribbons were hung, though one bow was squirming and squeaking like something had accidentally been tied into it. At the center of it all was a wafflecastle™ that had been made to resemble a sandcastle with paper flags on every pointed cylinder. As well as a little sheep figurine who was ‘trapped’ in the tallest tower…
If it’s a cold dessert your heart desires or a freshly made smoothie of any make—then you’ve found the right place. If you don’t mind it being served by a sheeply character who has a tendency to bleat his way through your order, but whose smile and attitude makes the air feel just bit snugglier—then please come by!
We know the rules of RPR.
We know how we should behave.
Let’s be civilized.
No post order, but let’s be considerate~
Inside of this opalescent building— probably too grand in some views to home a bakery, one will find an overwhelming magnitude of desserts nearly too advanced for that timeframe. Even more stra—impressive is the sheer gleaming array of polished trimmings, a sparkling chandelier (whose size had to be downsized several times of what was suggested) and windows that held no problem letting in the Sun, reflecting the colored panes across overly cleaned tables and polished floors.
For a few days only, the doors have been opened to souls who wished to enter and join the co-owner in celebrating the hottest time of the year. The innards of the bakery being decorated in crudely drawn suns that had twirly mustaches and a goatee (he insisted to make these himself and he DID HIS BEST!
). Ribbons were hung, though one bow was squirming and squeaking like something had accidentally been tied into it. At the center of it all was a wafflecastle™ that had been made to resemble a sandcastle with paper flags on every pointed cylinder. As well as a little sheep figurine who was ‘trapped’ in the tallest tower…If it’s a cold dessert your heart desires or a freshly made smoothie of any make—then you’ve found the right place. If you don’t mind it being served by a sheeply character who has a tendency to bleat his way through your order, but whose smile and attitude makes the air feel just bit snugglier—then please come by!
Rules
We know the rules of RPR.
We know how we should behave.
Let’s be civilized.
No post order, but let’s be considerate~
Sango was seen making her way through Bridge Town, the bells in her head jingling with every step. It has been a few months since she decided to go adventuring on her own, independantly from Kaminari and the others. It was when she at first smelled the scent of freshly baked sweets.
"This is.."
She then turned to the direction where the scents came from, noticing the dekorated bakery. Sango herself always had a sweet tooth, and such, a weakness for macarons, smoothies and other sweets.
"Hmm, maybe some sweets or two could make me refresh on this hot summer day..." she remarked to herself as she entered the bakery.
"This is.."
She then turned to the direction where the scents came from, noticing the dekorated bakery. Sango herself always had a sweet tooth, and such, a weakness for macarons, smoothies and other sweets.
"Hmm, maybe some sweets or two could make me refresh on this hot summer day..." she remarked to herself as she entered the bakery.
Sun rises high over town, in the streets the warmth lingers oppressing and yelling for water. Lizbeth, that infatigable doe returns from her weekly visit to the herbalist, she was lucky to have found some seldom plants and traded them with the herbalist.
So she’s somewhat in a festive mood as she passes in front of Bridgetown’s most famous bakery, The Bleating Bakery. To her surprise it’s open and decorated for a celebration.
Opulence is key, sweet is everywhere, temptation is very strong.
Oh what the heck, Lizbeth enters, her simple linen clothes a sheer contrast to the colorful interior, ribbons and sunny decorations all over. The doe smiles brightly, almost impossible to look everywhere.
Lizbeth’s secret little guilty sin being chocolate, well the deer is being served here, for sure she’ll be sick if ever she’s going to taste it all.
Only the odors are already overwhelming, fruity, sweet, baking scent in the air, and of course….
…chocolate
So she’s somewhat in a festive mood as she passes in front of Bridgetown’s most famous bakery, The Bleating Bakery. To her surprise it’s open and decorated for a celebration.
Opulence is key, sweet is everywhere, temptation is very strong.
Oh what the heck, Lizbeth enters, her simple linen clothes a sheer contrast to the colorful interior, ribbons and sunny decorations all over. The doe smiles brightly, almost impossible to look everywhere.
Lizbeth’s secret little guilty sin being chocolate, well the deer is being served here, for sure she’ll be sick if ever she’s going to taste it all.
Only the odors are already overwhelming, fruity, sweet, baking scent in the air, and of course….
…chocolate
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