Amber Eyes
03-05-14, 12:09 AM
The Ixian kitchen was filled with delicious smells. The Mystic's nose tickled with steam as she walked through the large room. Several tables filled the center space, each covered with various ingredients in bags and jars. Cherries and creams and candies all lined the far wall, each one opened for a quick sample. The fire pits were all lit. Each held several pans filled with delectable chocolate and vanilla concoctions.
On the largest table that held the cutlery and clean wares were stacked a least three dozen finished cakes that were in various states of the cooling process. It would prove to be a long night.
Kyla Orlouge was painted white and brown with flour and chocolate powder. Her face and hair were caked with batter. The time was now. It had started out as a joke of sorts, surely no one would actually attempt to create such a silly thing. Well, no one but the Daughter of the Dragon. Akiv had given up on her and gone to bed hours ago, but the girl was no where near done.
A soft ding pulled her from her mixing, the latest batch was done. Kyla turned and focused her attention on the large pans of cooked product. They rose from the fire pits and danced through the air on their way to the cooling racks. As soon as they lay neatly in their rows Kyla turned her attention to her uncooked mix. The next set of pans flew through the air and took their places in the pits.
The girl returned to her mixing but soon realized she had a bigger problem. She had used all the pans. With pursed lips Kyla considered her options. Should she give up on her dream? No, she had come too far for that.
Kyla stared at the monumental task before her. She really hated dishes.
On the largest table that held the cutlery and clean wares were stacked a least three dozen finished cakes that were in various states of the cooling process. It would prove to be a long night.
Kyla Orlouge was painted white and brown with flour and chocolate powder. Her face and hair were caked with batter. The time was now. It had started out as a joke of sorts, surely no one would actually attempt to create such a silly thing. Well, no one but the Daughter of the Dragon. Akiv had given up on her and gone to bed hours ago, but the girl was no where near done.
A soft ding pulled her from her mixing, the latest batch was done. Kyla turned and focused her attention on the large pans of cooked product. They rose from the fire pits and danced through the air on their way to the cooling racks. As soon as they lay neatly in their rows Kyla turned her attention to her uncooked mix. The next set of pans flew through the air and took their places in the pits.
The girl returned to her mixing but soon realized she had a bigger problem. She had used all the pans. With pursed lips Kyla considered her options. Should she give up on her dream? No, she had come too far for that.
Kyla stared at the monumental task before her. She really hated dishes.