02-10-2018, 10:00 PM
The door creaked shut behind Ebony, closing with a click. She'd quickly hopped into her boots, closing the straps with magic, but her gloves and belts were left behind. Shrugging her cloak around her body, and straightening her hood, she headed towards the centre of the castle. She didn't know where she could get food, but the only other directions led to other rooms or dead ends. So, with a yawn, she pushed onwards, making her way to a large staircase. Besides a Koopa guard or two, the area was mostly empty of life - she guessed the castle didn't get many visitors, but they were nice enough to point her in the right direction when she asked.
Clunk. Tap. Scrape.
Dull black boots patted down on the dusty stone floor close to the wall. A carpet covered the centre, but the odd inhabitant patrolled through there - Ebony didn't want to get in anyone's way. Chest aching like a month old wound, she held one hand to her gut while the fingers trailed along thin cracks in the wall. Her nails dug in as she walked, chipping off small bits of keratin. They needed a to be cut anyway, so she could tidy them up later. It was just a distraction. As much as she tried to think about the food she was going to bring Summer, no thoughts came. No ideas of cereal, or toast and jam, or eggs and bacon and sausages. Just a calm, blank, empty head.
Tappity tappity tap went her fingers along the wall, small sandy clumps of stone crumbled, coating her fingertips in a light dust. She curled her wrist running the back of her hand, and then her palms over the grainy stone - not enough to graze her skin, but enough to feel the friction. When Summer was in front of her, it was easy to forget what happened despite his obvious wounds. He always seemed so happy, every word raising her spirits. Perhaps on a normal day, she'd be happy to do something like this - playing doctor and making him food if he ever got ill. But not when she still felt so responsible for his wounds. Ebony wasn't actively dwelling on it, he'd told her not to, but it still tugged on the back of her mind sapping the spring from her step.
It didn't take long to reach the kitchen. The storage room looked more homely than the halls, but perhaps that was her preference for closed places rather than expansive halls. Wooden cabinets lined the walls, each with different labels. Two off-duty Koopas milled about in the room, but neither got in her way. In the background, she vaguely noticed them talking in their silly-sounding dialect but didn't listen in. Without even thinking, she scavenged for supplies, forcing herself to smile a little bit. She'd never made a proper cooked breakfast before, and hadn't had one in years, this should be something fun - and she did a good job convincing herself of that fact. Wrapping her magic around the items she wanted, barely a moment passed before some eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, and slices of bread were floating in the air, all held by her magic. She rounded a corner and looked into a colder chamber, it was mostly filled with meat. Shivering, she snagged some sausages and bacon as quickly as she could, levitating these as well.
That looked like everything, at least from how she remembered it. The real question was how to cook it. Could she use her magic for it? There were stoves and pots and pans in the adjacent room, with a Koopa cook cleaning some of the surfaces - Ebony ignored them and they ignored her. A glass pane exposed the dark night air of the Steppes, distant trails of lava running through the ashen rock like veins.
She shook her hands, muttering a few words. Water coated over them washing off any remaining grime before evaporating into a misty puff of warm air. From her amateurish chef knowledge, she knew it was best to have everything finish cooking at the same time. So she had to start with what would take the longest. Guessing completely, she looted a baking tray and put the sausages on it, shoving it into an oven. With a click of her fingers and a faint whisper, the coals were ablaze. Continuing to peek back inside every few minutes, poking them with her magic, she set about trying to put everything else together.
Two broken eggs and a few burnt slices of toast later, Ebony was back in the hallway, grinning faintly. To the Koopa's likely annoyance, she did a poor job of cleaning up after herself, more focused on rushing the food to Summer/Sonny before it got cold. She held two trays in her magic. On each sat a plain white china plate, cutlery, a glass filled with orange juice, and Ebony's attempt at making breakfast. Everything was there, and nothing on the plates was over or undercooked, but the presentation left something to be desired.
The burning in her chest was like any normal pain - when focused on doing something, it seemed to fade away. Thus, she skipped, hopped and jumped but to Summer's room; the flat soles of her boots barely touched the ground. As careless as she looked, both trays were carefully carried in her mana, moving much more smoothly than she was.
When she finally made it to her destination, she almost crashed into the door out of eagerness to eat with her friend. Her hood had long since fallen down as the air rushed past her head. "Summer, I've made breakfast!" she chipped, pushing the door open remotely only to come face to face with Morene.
Blushing, Ebony took a step back and to the side, gently sitting down on the edge of Summer's bed and facing the knight. "I... uuh... brought you food?"
Somewhat reluctantly, she levitated the meal she'd made for herself over to Morene, not wanting to woman to know she'd forgotten about her. Ebony's smile briefly flickered to a frown before she perked up again, looking at Summer. "I already ate," she lied, moving a little closer and magically helping him sit up with the aid of multiple pillows. "T-this is for you." She shook her arms, patting down her clothes and folding her cloak around herself, awkwardly shuffling from side to side.
A moment later, her eyes widened. He was missing one hand, and she wasn't even sure he could move the other arm. Face heating up a little more visibly, she scooted over and moved next to him on the bed. Without pausing, she clasped the silvery cutlery in her hands and cut off a piece of a sausage. Giggling, she raised it up to his mouth. "Open wide," she beamed.
Before Summer could make a comment at Ebony practically forcing the food upon him, Morene spoke up. "Ah, it's good you've returned. We have much to talk about."
Clunk. Tap. Scrape.
Dull black boots patted down on the dusty stone floor close to the wall. A carpet covered the centre, but the odd inhabitant patrolled through there - Ebony didn't want to get in anyone's way. Chest aching like a month old wound, she held one hand to her gut while the fingers trailed along thin cracks in the wall. Her nails dug in as she walked, chipping off small bits of keratin. They needed a to be cut anyway, so she could tidy them up later. It was just a distraction. As much as she tried to think about the food she was going to bring Summer, no thoughts came. No ideas of cereal, or toast and jam, or eggs and bacon and sausages. Just a calm, blank, empty head.
Tappity tappity tap went her fingers along the wall, small sandy clumps of stone crumbled, coating her fingertips in a light dust. She curled her wrist running the back of her hand, and then her palms over the grainy stone - not enough to graze her skin, but enough to feel the friction. When Summer was in front of her, it was easy to forget what happened despite his obvious wounds. He always seemed so happy, every word raising her spirits. Perhaps on a normal day, she'd be happy to do something like this - playing doctor and making him food if he ever got ill. But not when she still felt so responsible for his wounds. Ebony wasn't actively dwelling on it, he'd told her not to, but it still tugged on the back of her mind sapping the spring from her step.
It didn't take long to reach the kitchen. The storage room looked more homely than the halls, but perhaps that was her preference for closed places rather than expansive halls. Wooden cabinets lined the walls, each with different labels. Two off-duty Koopas milled about in the room, but neither got in her way. In the background, she vaguely noticed them talking in their silly-sounding dialect but didn't listen in. Without even thinking, she scavenged for supplies, forcing herself to smile a little bit. She'd never made a proper cooked breakfast before, and hadn't had one in years, this should be something fun - and she did a good job convincing herself of that fact. Wrapping her magic around the items she wanted, barely a moment passed before some eggs, mushrooms, tomatoes, and slices of bread were floating in the air, all held by her magic. She rounded a corner and looked into a colder chamber, it was mostly filled with meat. Shivering, she snagged some sausages and bacon as quickly as she could, levitating these as well.
That looked like everything, at least from how she remembered it. The real question was how to cook it. Could she use her magic for it? There were stoves and pots and pans in the adjacent room, with a Koopa cook cleaning some of the surfaces - Ebony ignored them and they ignored her. A glass pane exposed the dark night air of the Steppes, distant trails of lava running through the ashen rock like veins.
She shook her hands, muttering a few words. Water coated over them washing off any remaining grime before evaporating into a misty puff of warm air. From her amateurish chef knowledge, she knew it was best to have everything finish cooking at the same time. So she had to start with what would take the longest. Guessing completely, she looted a baking tray and put the sausages on it, shoving it into an oven. With a click of her fingers and a faint whisper, the coals were ablaze. Continuing to peek back inside every few minutes, poking them with her magic, she set about trying to put everything else together.
Two broken eggs and a few burnt slices of toast later, Ebony was back in the hallway, grinning faintly. To the Koopa's likely annoyance, she did a poor job of cleaning up after herself, more focused on rushing the food to Summer/Sonny before it got cold. She held two trays in her magic. On each sat a plain white china plate, cutlery, a glass filled with orange juice, and Ebony's attempt at making breakfast. Everything was there, and nothing on the plates was over or undercooked, but the presentation left something to be desired.
The burning in her chest was like any normal pain - when focused on doing something, it seemed to fade away. Thus, she skipped, hopped and jumped but to Summer's room; the flat soles of her boots barely touched the ground. As careless as she looked, both trays were carefully carried in her mana, moving much more smoothly than she was.
When she finally made it to her destination, she almost crashed into the door out of eagerness to eat with her friend. Her hood had long since fallen down as the air rushed past her head. "Summer, I've made breakfast!" she chipped, pushing the door open remotely only to come face to face with Morene.
Blushing, Ebony took a step back and to the side, gently sitting down on the edge of Summer's bed and facing the knight. "I... uuh... brought you food?"
Somewhat reluctantly, she levitated the meal she'd made for herself over to Morene, not wanting to woman to know she'd forgotten about her. Ebony's smile briefly flickered to a frown before she perked up again, looking at Summer. "I already ate," she lied, moving a little closer and magically helping him sit up with the aid of multiple pillows. "T-this is for you." She shook her arms, patting down her clothes and folding her cloak around herself, awkwardly shuffling from side to side.
A moment later, her eyes widened. He was missing one hand, and she wasn't even sure he could move the other arm. Face heating up a little more visibly, she scooted over and moved next to him on the bed. Without pausing, she clasped the silvery cutlery in her hands and cut off a piece of a sausage. Giggling, she raised it up to his mouth. "Open wide," she beamed.
Before Summer could make a comment at Ebony practically forcing the food upon him, Morene spoke up. "Ah, it's good you've returned. We have much to talk about."
Quote:I'd guess Morene was off talking to people (i.e. Bowser/Wendy/someone important) about what happened before Eb left. Then got back while she was cooking.