It was that time of season again in the township of MarketVale. Winter.
The season of fall has iced over, and the wind blown from across the vastness of the ocean has brought with it the chill from the otherside of the world, allowing the world to die and slumber within itself as the first snow fall of the season blankets across the fields and workshops of its various merchants and citizens.
The sky itself casts its grey visage to the earth, illuminating itself in a dull brightness that lits up to the point of morning as the soft crunch of boots marrs the newly developed landscape. There he reaches his destination of the estate to do what he has sought to do.
There before the estate that Rayne had poured forth her fortune to build he stands, Rease Hunter, with his black countenance contrasting starkly to this white world around him as he stands before the path leading to the door. Granted he could simply walk to the door, but deep down he knows a bit of the ways to make moments more special in their meaning.
"tap tap" goes the sound of a pebble against frozen glass. He stands there with one hand in his pocket, with an arm outstretched holding aloft a couple of pebbles within his grip, smiling slightly for he knew that at this time of day, Rayne would still be asleep and in bed. Hoping to catch her attention he tosses a few more pebbles towards the bedroom window
"tap tap"
[Art Picture goes here after I get my scanner workin]
The season of fall has iced over, and the wind blown from across the vastness of the ocean has brought with it the chill from the otherside of the world, allowing the world to die and slumber within itself as the first snow fall of the season blankets across the fields and workshops of its various merchants and citizens.
The sky itself casts its grey visage to the earth, illuminating itself in a dull brightness that lits up to the point of morning as the soft crunch of boots marrs the newly developed landscape. There he reaches his destination of the estate to do what he has sought to do.
There before the estate that Rayne had poured forth her fortune to build he stands, Rease Hunter, with his black countenance contrasting starkly to this white world around him as he stands before the path leading to the door. Granted he could simply walk to the door, but deep down he knows a bit of the ways to make moments more special in their meaning.
"tap tap" goes the sound of a pebble against frozen glass. He stands there with one hand in his pocket, with an arm outstretched holding aloft a couple of pebbles within his grip, smiling slightly for he knew that at this time of day, Rayne would still be asleep and in bed. Hoping to catch her attention he tosses a few more pebbles towards the bedroom window
"tap tap"
[Art Picture goes here after I get my scanner workin]