02-06-2019, 06:40 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ running into strangers like this was really no way to give off an air of authority. her hair was in a disheveled but somehow nice looking bun, her makeup was reduced to mascara, and her clothing consisted of a rather pretty dark blue sundress, with thin straps on the shoulders and stopping just below her knees, as the fire in her warm had made it more than a little hot. she held hope, in one arm, resting the baby against her hip, and hope in turn half held her small head up, half leaned it against her mothers arm. she had a very wholesome, suburban mother look to her in that moment, and she knew it.
she straightened a bit, clearing her throat as she approached the pair, nodding her head for the foreigner to enter, doing her best to look more authoritative and less... motherly. ❝welcome to the flintlock lodge,❞ she said, unsure if he'd come on purpose or stumbled across them by accident, ❝i'm hayley, the head of this place. zayden, was it?❞ she repeated to ensure his name, motioning to the couch closest to the fireplace, ❝you should sit down, thaw out. are you hungry?❞ she inquired, clearly well into the routine of new people stumbling across their arctic home to a point that she had it down to a script when they entered. twisting her head to face the hallway that lead to the kitchen, she'd call out ❝jack, grab some soup and tea, we've got a guest.❞ she said, and after a moment there was a vague shout back that almost sounded like okay.
turning her head back to zayden, she'd offer him a polite smile in greeting. ❝what brings you up here?❞ she inquired, unsure if he was passing through or there seeking residency.
she straightened a bit, clearing her throat as she approached the pair, nodding her head for the foreigner to enter, doing her best to look more authoritative and less... motherly. ❝welcome to the flintlock lodge,❞ she said, unsure if he'd come on purpose or stumbled across them by accident, ❝i'm hayley, the head of this place. zayden, was it?❞ she repeated to ensure his name, motioning to the couch closest to the fireplace, ❝you should sit down, thaw out. are you hungry?❞ she inquired, clearly well into the routine of new people stumbling across their arctic home to a point that she had it down to a script when they entered. twisting her head to face the hallway that lead to the kitchen, she'd call out ❝jack, grab some soup and tea, we've got a guest.❞ she said, and after a moment there was a vague shout back that almost sounded like okay.
turning her head back to zayden, she'd offer him a polite smile in greeting. ❝what brings you up here?❞ she inquired, unsure if he was passing through or there seeking residency.
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type