cresthillites:
Cassandra was feeling low. The mood of the town seemed to weigh heavier on her shoulders than it normally did, and she couldn’t work out why. She wasn’t prophetic by any means, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing. Then again, in Cresthill, it was always brewing. Regardless, she tried to push the thoughts aside and continue on with her errands for the day, pausing by the local bakery to have her usual mental debate with herself about whether or not she should purchase a pastry. “If you had to pick, almond croissant, or apple danish. You know, asking for a friend.”
“I would definitely go for the apple danish.” Juliet replied, as she pointed towards the edible item at hand. She’d been perusing herself, and had figured that she should treat herself -- after all, it had been awhile since she’d allowed herself to delve into something worthy enough to call a treat. “Does your friend like apples?” She said, with a warm smile.













