A figure enters the main hall, wrapped up in a cloak of black and the fresh remmants of snow, carried by a being of metal. The mountain climb was still the same as always, and the snow was as white as she remembers. It was also as open as she remembered. It was genuine hell for Haley, who suffered from a fear of open spaces, to make the climb was torture.
At least, she had help. After she dismissed her summon, Haley takes a moment soak in the warm reception hall, walking in a ballet like manner as she spins and turns, avoiding the people with a heavy suitcase in hand. Finally a space she belongs, the indoors. And the indoors was a comfy space that gives her the freedom to do what she needs. Finally she shifts towards the receptionist, sliding over and leaning over the counter. She had sent her letter ahead of time, but it never hurts to check.
"Hello there, looking good as always I see, yes yes I did send it. Oh sure, I'll be waiting there then," Haley takes a bow and scoots over to a table, taking a seat on the comfy chairs. Just as she remembers. Haley can't help but wonder if the people she remember are still here. Last she heard, Leona is still the one in charge. The popularity seems to have shot up however, the lucrative tourism business seems to be bustling more. Maybe she should find the bar and whip up a few drinks for the guests, her skills behind the counter had improved since her early days.
With the nostalgia rising, Haley places her briefcase on the table, unlocking it. The whirring gears and whimsy noises relays a sense of childish wonder and magic, before a click and ding. The silver haired bird reaches into the briefcase, putting her whole arm into it, fishing around for something, and with a glimmer in her eye pulls out an entire easel, a canvas and a set of painting tools. Haley begun to have her onlookers, but she did not mind, right now, she shall roost here till she gets properly reinstated again.
Oh, who would it be to come and entertain her?
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At least, she had help. After she dismissed her summon, Haley takes a moment soak in the warm reception hall, walking in a ballet like manner as she spins and turns, avoiding the people with a heavy suitcase in hand. Finally a space she belongs, the indoors. And the indoors was a comfy space that gives her the freedom to do what she needs. Finally she shifts towards the receptionist, sliding over and leaning over the counter. She had sent her letter ahead of time, but it never hurts to check.
"Hello there, looking good as always I see, yes yes I did send it. Oh sure, I'll be waiting there then," Haley takes a bow and scoots over to a table, taking a seat on the comfy chairs. Just as she remembers. Haley can't help but wonder if the people she remember are still here. Last she heard, Leona is still the one in charge. The popularity seems to have shot up however, the lucrative tourism business seems to be bustling more. Maybe she should find the bar and whip up a few drinks for the guests, her skills behind the counter had improved since her early days.
With the nostalgia rising, Haley places her briefcase on the table, unlocking it. The whirring gears and whimsy noises relays a sense of childish wonder and magic, before a click and ding. The silver haired bird reaches into the briefcase, putting her whole arm into it, fishing around for something, and with a glimmer in her eye pulls out an entire easel, a canvas and a set of painting tools. Haley begun to have her onlookers, but she did not mind, right now, she shall roost here till she gets properly reinstated again.
Oh, who would it be to come and entertain her?
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Total Count: 373