Post by Rezna Lardale on Jul 30, 2009 15:17:40 GMT -5
Muggles living in their innocent, little villages surrounding Drakborough were utterly dumbfounded. All week, their weather forecasts predicted warm sunny days and clear skies. Instead, what they got was a torrential downpour that seemingly blew in out of nowhere. Old farmers explained it with various superstitions, scientists turned to wind patterns and global warming, young mothers cursed fate for forcing their children indoors so early in the afternoon. They always had their excuses.
Walking down the wet and muddy streets of Drakborough, Rezna Lardale simply resigned to cursing her bad luck under her breath as the rain washed over her in waves. The only reason she left the safe confines of her office was because it felt like a waste of a good day not to walk into town and maybe pay an old friend a visit. When she was exactly halfway between Firefox and Drakborough, the dark clouds rolled in and the rain poured forth. Rezna continued on stubbornly, when she should have just turned around.
As the rain grew stronger, the witch realized she would only get one lucky break that evening. Living with a temperamental, adolescent dragon with powers over water had taught the witch long ago to waterproof every article of clothing she owned. Unfortunately, while the water just rolled off her cloak, jeans, and boots, the rest of Rezna's body, particularly her face and hair, suffered under the elements. By the time she turned onto the third dark and deserted street, the young woman was willing to go anywhere as long as it offered shelter. Regrettably, most shop owners had closed up early for the night, not expecting to see any visitors not such a cold and miserable day.
Except one. Past many rows of darkened storefronts, one building kept its doors open night and day, to any type of visitor. Squinting her eyes against the rain, the witch made out the name that swung on the sign by the entrance: Joker's Bar. A smile appeared from under the blonde's rather desolate countenance as she quickened her step to get inside.
Unfortunately, Rezna never made it into that warm, dry sanctuary. No, instead she stepped into a rather deep puddle, slipped, and with a shriek fell onto her back in the middle of the street.
Walking down the wet and muddy streets of Drakborough, Rezna Lardale simply resigned to cursing her bad luck under her breath as the rain washed over her in waves. The only reason she left the safe confines of her office was because it felt like a waste of a good day not to walk into town and maybe pay an old friend a visit. When she was exactly halfway between Firefox and Drakborough, the dark clouds rolled in and the rain poured forth. Rezna continued on stubbornly, when she should have just turned around.
As the rain grew stronger, the witch realized she would only get one lucky break that evening. Living with a temperamental, adolescent dragon with powers over water had taught the witch long ago to waterproof every article of clothing she owned. Unfortunately, while the water just rolled off her cloak, jeans, and boots, the rest of Rezna's body, particularly her face and hair, suffered under the elements. By the time she turned onto the third dark and deserted street, the young woman was willing to go anywhere as long as it offered shelter. Regrettably, most shop owners had closed up early for the night, not expecting to see any visitors not such a cold and miserable day.
Except one. Past many rows of darkened storefronts, one building kept its doors open night and day, to any type of visitor. Squinting her eyes against the rain, the witch made out the name that swung on the sign by the entrance: Joker's Bar. A smile appeared from under the blonde's rather desolate countenance as she quickened her step to get inside.
Unfortunately, Rezna never made it into that warm, dry sanctuary. No, instead she stepped into a rather deep puddle, slipped, and with a shriek fell onto her back in the middle of the street.