Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44344165-20200102190553/@comment-44390494-20200102193249

The kingdom's forum came into view as they burst out of the thick canopy of leaves. Dante stretched to a stop in the market's middle just as the massive gates opened up for the newcomers. Heather let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey girl, where were you!"

She spun around, realizing it had been Martin, the town's baker---or how she had named him: Grumpy Dough. His bulky-shaped body was no longer in his usual apron studded with sprinkles of dough, but with a simple blue tunic for the celebration---which, still, had some of the pastrie's grains in it. His short gray hair tinted with white tips had been brushed backwards and cleanly gelled. The only thing that didn't change---and never would, apparently---was his usual scowl every time he saw her. They had a peculiar friendship.

"I'll tell you if you pay me," she teased.

He rolled his eyes. "You missed the preparations, Heather; you'll have to at least help clean up."

She smirked. "Sure thing, Grumpy Dough."

Martin narrowed his eyes. "When are you going to drop that?"

"When you stop looking like a human-sized cake and smile for once in your life." She nudged Dante fowards and brushed some dough of his vest to prove her point. Heather tasted the raw food. "Hmm, you missed some salt."

He sighed and turned around without another word. She giggled, spining Dante around to have a better look at the festival.