[The ride back to the Vale was in fact, sullen, silent, and especially awkward. Lucinda has to admit to herself that out of all of her life experiences, post-basement, continuing to live with the man who attempted to murder her was not something she ever conceive of making up. At this point, if she had anyone else to depend on or a feasible way to explore outside Turner's Vale, Lucy would have been more than happy to take the opportunity to do so. Now though, she needs to rest.
There's too much to think about right after the ordeal Weir put her through. So when they reach his home she hops off of the mare and heads straight inside to tend to her cut hand and to refresh herself before she puts together the cake. Lucinda hums all the while as she measures, mixes, assembles, and cuts. If she murmurs it's in reply to one of her friends though it's inaudible.
The smell of honey soon fills the lodge.
With the toppings ready when it's done, Lucy has one sleeve pulled up, examining the ink on her arm. Just like with Fang, Feather is surrounded by normal inked flowers.
She wonders how the tattoo artist is doing; her arm could use a touchup. She hopes River and the younger ones are doing well without her. It's not like she hasn't been away for days on end. She thinks of her adoptive parents, their restaurant, and how they would probably start pooling resources to get her back.
It's easier to distract herself with thoughts of things that were important instead of the irritation and resentment cultivated by one of the worst hosts ever.
The cake is done baking and she leaves it out to cool with a linen cloth to cover it to keep it moist before she starts adding the last touches. Lucy is standing over the table as the treat cools twirling a Vale Sapphire between her fingers.
And then she finally speaks up.]
Are the flowers edible?
[yeah, that's what we're starting with what of it]
as shadows rest.
There's too much to think about right after the ordeal Weir put her through. So when they reach his home she hops off of the mare and heads straight inside to tend to her cut hand and to refresh herself before she puts together the cake. Lucinda hums all the while as she measures, mixes, assembles, and cuts. If she murmurs it's in reply to one of her friends though it's inaudible.
The smell of honey soon fills the lodge.
With the toppings ready when it's done, Lucy has one sleeve pulled up, examining the ink on her arm. Just like with Fang, Feather is surrounded by normal inked flowers.
She wonders how the tattoo artist is doing; her arm could use a touchup. She hopes River and the younger ones are doing well without her. It's not like she hasn't been away for days on end. She thinks of her adoptive parents, their restaurant, and how they would probably start pooling resources to get her back.
It's easier to distract herself with thoughts of things that were important instead of the irritation and resentment cultivated by one of the worst hosts ever.
The cake is done baking and she leaves it out to cool with a linen cloth to cover it to keep it moist before she starts adding the last touches. Lucy is standing over the table as the treat cools twirling a Vale Sapphire between her fingers.
And then she finally speaks up.]
Are the flowers edible?
[yeah, that's what we're starting with what of it]