Welcome to Edensphere, Spring!
Characters: Lezard (flenceburgsbest) and Rock Lee/Spring (2fast2follow)
Date/Time: Backdated to May 14th, morning
Location: The Hall Of Beginnings
Rating: G
Summary: Another day, another dollar, and Spring has sprung! A Greeter is perplexed.
Ugh. Long week. Lezard pinched the bridge of his nose, knocking his glasses askew as he stifled a yawn. He had so much to do, and so little time to get it done. A job was a job, however, and he was up bright and early to report in for Greeting. He said nothing to the guards on duty, who in turn said nothing to him as he settled into his seat and began to weave a spell in the air.
The sorcerer was unfortunate, however, that he could not summon up his tea set at this time, half a potted plant rolling forth to smash against the solid white floor. Lezard shook his head at his misfortune and decided the time for tea was later. With a sweep of the hand, he shooed away the dirt, terracotta, and flora as he listened for any movement, prepared to deal with whatever may come without his beloved beverage.
A thumb and forefinger adjusted the position of his glasses as he pondered silently. There were questions to be answered before he could set out and answer his own...
Date/Time: Backdated to May 14th, morning
Location: The Hall Of Beginnings
Rating: G
Summary: Another day, another dollar, and Spring has sprung! A Greeter is perplexed.
Ugh. Long week. Lezard pinched the bridge of his nose, knocking his glasses askew as he stifled a yawn. He had so much to do, and so little time to get it done. A job was a job, however, and he was up bright and early to report in for Greeting. He said nothing to the guards on duty, who in turn said nothing to him as he settled into his seat and began to weave a spell in the air.
The sorcerer was unfortunate, however, that he could not summon up his tea set at this time, half a potted plant rolling forth to smash against the solid white floor. Lezard shook his head at his misfortune and decided the time for tea was later. With a sweep of the hand, he shooed away the dirt, terracotta, and flora as he listened for any movement, prepared to deal with whatever may come without his beloved beverage.
A thumb and forefinger adjusted the position of his glasses as he pondered silently. There were questions to be answered before he could set out and answer his own...