Hi! My name's Rosie. I run the All The Way Inn here in Town.
You're welcome to stop on in to try and beat the heat. To that end though, any dragonbonded with ice breath get a discount on a meal and drink on the house if they can help with keeping things cool around here.
I'm more than happy to pay in other ways too! Just let me know. I'll do just about anything to keep my customers and goods from melting.
❥ intents music session. While Slayd is providing musical encouragement, Rosie is working on her own music at her tent. Someone might be drawn by the sound of a string instrument expecting the woodsy local but find her instead. She doesn't mind any disappointment, but will invite them to still stay and listen if they want.
"Sorry, it's not as fun as other entertainment. Mostly just work-shopping some tunes to see how they fit with certain lyrics right now... I'm a little rusty on original work, but trying to get back into it." If not just for the fun of it, then to keep the appeal of live entertainment at her inn. For as busy as it has kept her, she did want to run it as best as she could.
❥ pale moonlight. (cw: nsfw/nudity) Rosie is perhaps noticeably absent from the water-based training drills. At least, from participating in them. While she's happy to cheerlead and encourage people to do their best, she seems content to stay away from the water's edge despite the near intolerable heat.
A spell in a tent with that enhanced relaxing oil though and she's a bit less anxious about the water. Still nervous, yes, but not deathly afraid like before. Yet, she still doesn't want to risk the vulnerability that comes with explaining why she was avoiding the water earlier; instead, she finds a quiet, discreet place to disrobe and tentatively toe into the cool water during the dark of night.
She doesn't go further than just about chest height and keeps her feet firmly planted on the soft, damp earth below. Being moored this way keeps her from being too afraid to enjoy finally, finally escaping the heat from before. She braves bending forward to wet her hair and throw it back with a sigh.
But she at least isn't so distracted that she misses the crack of a twig or rustling of leaves nearby. With a small squeak, she crouch down into the water and asks: "Who's there?"
❥ wildcard / plot with me. (( hello hi, it's chai! if you have any other ideas or wanna' hash things out with me, feel free to find me @ tentamenace on plurk/discord or PM this journal! ))
❥ rosie ❥ original ❥ current player
Hi! My name's Rosie. I run the All The Way Inn here in Town.
You're welcome to stop on in to try and beat the heat. To that end though, any dragonbonded with ice breath get a discount on a meal and drink on the house if they can help with keeping things cool around here.
I'm more than happy to pay in other ways too! Just let me know. I'll do just about anything to keep my customers and goods from melting.
❥ intents music session.
While Slayd is providing musical encouragement, Rosie is working on her own music at her tent. Someone might be drawn by the sound of a string instrument expecting the woodsy local but find her instead. She doesn't mind any disappointment, but will invite them to still stay and listen if they want.
"Sorry, it's not as fun as other entertainment. Mostly just work-shopping some tunes to see how they fit with certain lyrics right now... I'm a little rusty on original work, but trying to get back into it." If not just for the fun of it, then to keep the appeal of live entertainment at her inn. For as busy as it has kept her, she did want to run it as best as she could.
❥ pale moonlight.
(cw: nsfw/nudity)
Rosie is perhaps noticeably absent from the water-based training drills. At least, from participating in them. While she's happy to cheerlead and encourage people to do their best, she seems content to stay away from the water's edge despite the near intolerable heat.
A spell in a tent with that enhanced relaxing oil though and she's a bit less anxious about the water. Still nervous, yes, but not deathly afraid like before. Yet, she still doesn't want to risk the vulnerability that comes with explaining why she was avoiding the water earlier; instead, she finds a quiet, discreet place to disrobe and tentatively toe into the cool water during the dark of night.
She doesn't go further than just about chest height and keeps her feet firmly planted on the soft, damp earth below. Being moored this way keeps her from being too afraid to enjoy finally, finally escaping the heat from before. She braves bending forward to wet her hair and throw it back with a sigh.
But she at least isn't so distracted that she misses the crack of a twig or rustling of leaves nearby. With a small squeak, she crouch down into the water and asks: "Who's there?"
❥ wildcard / plot with me.
(( hello hi, it's chai! if you have any other ideas or wanna' hash things out with me, feel free to find me @ tentamenace on plurk/discord or PM this journal! ))