Recent content by Syrenia

((ooc: getting back into it. feeling quite sluggish, so sorry for my lazy post.)) ----- "Luko...zeb?" She repeated back to the orc, her eyebrows knitted together in contenctrationw hile she tried to pronounce the quite unique name, "Ah, yes. I quite like Luke better." She flashed a smile at...

She kept her face as polite as she could when dealing with the gnome but his mannerisms and strange clothing made her stare linger a bit too long. She still smiled as best she could, holding back her desire to gawk at the gnome, and tilted her head forward in thanks "Ah, don't worry about that...

The curiously wet man made his entry, and Syrenia took a glance behind him to catch a glimspe of the strange cloud that sat waiting for his return. As the man sneezes and sputtered on, she got to her feet to put some more logs into the hearth that warmed their space. "Give me one second...

"A-Are... Are you writing my tale down?: she apprehensively asked him, then tilted her head in thought. "If you are, my name is Syrenia." The sound of the door being pushed open caught her attention, and she gave them a warm smile, then brought over her cinnamon buns. "Welcome! If you'd like, I...

Syrenia was slightly taken aback by the strange fellow's request to hear her story. "The shop? Oh. Well, um." She paused for a moment, somewhat hesitant to share the woes of her childhood and hard work to a complete stranger, but something deep inside her wanted to share it with the world...

Syrenia beamed on the inside at the Orc's approval of her soup and his curious, treasured stare of her food made her feel all warm and fuzzy. She covered her mouth, not trying to laugh too hard at the unusalness of this man, though couldn't help but to let one escape her lips. "If you want...

Syrenia walked out of the backrooms a rather generous bowl of soup sitting on the tray in her hands, and an entire loaf of garlic bread complimenting the potato soup. Steam rolled off the bun and broth as she whisked her way towards the orc's table. "Found you the biggest one I could find...

Syrenia let a giggle escape her lips at the orc's mix up of words."No worrieses, I understand what you mean." She brought the tray back to the counter and after listening to his request, she gave a nod and vanished behind the back doors of the kitchen. Setting a clean pot onto the heated...

She was stunned as he grabbed three pieces from her basket, opening her mouth to protest, though closing it without more than a sigh escaping her lips. She turned either way, and headed for the backroom once more. I did say just one piece right? Must not have heard me. No matter, he probably...

Being born in Alliria, Syrenia was accustomed to all manners of creatures, though didn't have much interaction with Orcs. They could be fairly intimidating, and she could count a few times she saw an Orc's rage. A little apphrensively, she finished dealing with the disheveled man and went to the...

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Syrenia laughed as he joined her 'woohoo'. She took the basket of cinnamon bread and placed it back on the counter, but not before she grabbed one for herself with a napkin, taking a bite and savouring the taste. Cinnamon had to be her favourite flavour, with peppermint coming at a close second...

Syrenia's face lit up at the sound of a customer, and she was a bit disheartened it was a strange man as her first order. "It looks like you have an interesting story to tell." She gave him a patient smile as she tied a white apron to the front of her body, "Today we have some fresh baked bread...