Post by Takato Palchuk on Mar 6, 2013 13:30:48 GMT -5
The main center of the city was all decorated with everything from lights to those little paper cut out snowflakes. There were snow and ice sculptors everywhere with subjects from your basic snowman to the massive ice castle someone had built. The smell from all the food vendors filled the air, the smell of fried dough, noodles, meats and everything else. The various noises from games being played and cheers of people winning prizes they were wanting. Everything about this was a joyous time for everyone. It was the weeklong celebration of winter and all the holidays found within the season.
Normally he wouldn’t be found in places like this, it only added the reminder of how lonely his life was. All those couples laughing and having good times together, families with their kids beaming because their dad has won a prize for them. His parents taken from him just a year part from each other… his mother in a robbery and his father by a drunken driver. The anger rose up in him for a moment, he stood there with a fog around his hands his power leaking out, wanting to from ice. A loud rumble of his tummy broke him out from his anger and a sigh was given.
The whole reason he had come down here was because he heard their was a chef from the next time over that made a good bowl of Pho and he was dying to try some.
One of the dishes he was in practice of, trying to perfect his own recipe. In hopes of learning something from that chef… after all it was his way of learning things, the way that worked best for him. Tasting the dish and trying to figure out what was in it. Puzzles were always fun to him.
After roaming around in the crowd he finally came across the stand with a long line, which told him that this guy was as good as he was talked about. It took him about twenty minutes before he reached the counter and he order a traditional bowl of the Pho. Within a few moments, a steaming bowl of noodles with green onions, steak, bean sprouts and chilies with a garnish of mint. The bowl of noodles smelled so good. He walked carefully over to one of the tables and sat down.
Normally he wouldn’t be found in places like this, it only added the reminder of how lonely his life was. All those couples laughing and having good times together, families with their kids beaming because their dad has won a prize for them. His parents taken from him just a year part from each other… his mother in a robbery and his father by a drunken driver. The anger rose up in him for a moment, he stood there with a fog around his hands his power leaking out, wanting to from ice. A loud rumble of his tummy broke him out from his anger and a sigh was given.
The whole reason he had come down here was because he heard their was a chef from the next time over that made a good bowl of Pho and he was dying to try some.
One of the dishes he was in practice of, trying to perfect his own recipe. In hopes of learning something from that chef… after all it was his way of learning things, the way that worked best for him. Tasting the dish and trying to figure out what was in it. Puzzles were always fun to him.
After roaming around in the crowd he finally came across the stand with a long line, which told him that this guy was as good as he was talked about. It took him about twenty minutes before he reached the counter and he order a traditional bowl of the Pho. Within a few moments, a steaming bowl of noodles with green onions, steak, bean sprouts and chilies with a garnish of mint. The bowl of noodles smelled so good. He walked carefully over to one of the tables and sat down.