the streets where quite crowed with people passing around going shot to shop. merlynn however was finding the veiw from up top of a cake shop was just divine. she was enjoying a sweet lemon bar coated with a fine layer of powdered sugar, it was tracing her lips like lipstick as she munched down. the doe made sure to suck the juices from the sweet as she munched down ever so feeling the blissful feeling of citrus and sweet texture. of course to offset the taste she was sipping on a dark tea with the look of rust in a cup.
setting beside her laying along the floor was her salvo sword. a sword of great length easily reaching 8 feet long. its name sake was given to it but how she operated it with full force swings letting every attack hit like a fully loaded dust truck. she was in her dressing attire letting her legs be shown to the world as he held them crossed hoping to attract some one of decent taste to her corner of the shop but lately her rash out burst of anger in both the streets and at school have kept those that interest her at a distance. she brought the cup of tea to her lips to feel it wash away the sweet taste to leaving the strong bitter taste that shes grown to know in her own right. it almost seemed inviting the bitter flavor. putting the cup down she begins to twill with one finger some stands of hair creeping down from her head which used to be quite the pixie cut.
setting beside her laying along the floor was her salvo sword. a sword of great length easily reaching 8 feet long. its name sake was given to it but how she operated it with full force swings letting every attack hit like a fully loaded dust truck. she was in her dressing attire letting her legs be shown to the world as he held them crossed hoping to attract some one of decent taste to her corner of the shop but lately her rash out burst of anger in both the streets and at school have kept those that interest her at a distance. she brought the cup of tea to her lips to feel it wash away the sweet taste to leaving the strong bitter taste that shes grown to know in her own right. it almost seemed inviting the bitter flavor. putting the cup down she begins to twill with one finger some stands of hair creeping down from her head which used to be quite the pixie cut.