He didn’t need to see her face to know she was grinning like the imp she was.
Yes. This party was incredibly dull, no one was even commenting on his fine art piece outside, pity. He’d just have to deny their host of the candied treats. Like two shadows the pair would weave their way through the various corridors following the scents of pastries, salted meats and an array of various milder ones that had they the time Mal would spend time dissecting. Alas, they had a cook to procure.
Few servants who noticed them gave them anything but a passing glance, focusing on their tasks and work than pay attention to the business of the Eyes, else they find themselves involved and detained later. It amused him how they seemed to scatter at the very sight of one of the black garbed and masked footmen. With this in mind, Mal paused at the kitchen’s double doorway, flashing his progeny a wink before straightening. With a few adjustments of his sleeves, the Chancellor pushed open the doors with force, swaggering in tall and imposing.
A wave of entropic force rolled out across the room, cooks, chef’s and assistants dropping to their knees in sudden exhaustion, all energy gone that they could no longer support themselves.
@Novella Tilani
Carefully Novella, the wind might change and then you’ll be stuck wearing that expression for good.
Yes. This party was incredibly dull, no one was even commenting on his fine art piece outside, pity. He’d just have to deny their host of the candied treats. Like two shadows the pair would weave their way through the various corridors following the scents of pastries, salted meats and an array of various milder ones that had they the time Mal would spend time dissecting. Alas, they had a cook to procure.
Few servants who noticed them gave them anything but a passing glance, focusing on their tasks and work than pay attention to the business of the Eyes, else they find themselves involved and detained later. It amused him how they seemed to scatter at the very sight of one of the black garbed and masked footmen. With this in mind, Mal paused at the kitchen’s double doorway, flashing his progeny a wink before straightening. With a few adjustments of his sleeves, the Chancellor pushed open the doors with force, swaggering in tall and imposing.
A wave of entropic force rolled out across the room, cooks, chef’s and assistants dropping to their knees in sudden exhaustion, all energy gone that they could no longer support themselves.
You all have enough energy to speak. So, which one of you is the Tart Maker?
@Novella Tilani
06-27-2024, 12:12 PM
