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| Old Blood, New Connections [FIN]; [P] Bear Cook | |
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| Bear Cook | Mon Dec 5, 2011 7:52 pm Post #46 |
 
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Ban wandered to the table, listening to Shan and Paverty speak about her being called Mistress, Ban smirked, she was far to cautious, shushing Shan so it wasn't jinxed. When Paverty wanted to take them to someone Ban was confused, she never mentioned who, or possibly what, they should go meet. When it was revealed to be the person who he had thought died Ban gave them a look of obvious confusion, only to nod as Shan explained about how witches have their wake before their death, having some kind of death sense would have been depressing in Ban's opinion, but handy for planning funerals ahead of time. Ban smiled as Shan seemed to suggest some food, he tried them and nodded, it was simple, it's lack of complexity was what gave it great flavor. Ban nodded to Shan and Paverty, "This is pretty good, it's simple and easy to make which makes individual flavors stand out while having other flavors influence the aftertaste, making it lighter then expected. As for the souffle, it's rather rich and perfectly moist, it's delicious." He tried a few other things before turning back to Paverty and Shan, "Alright, shall we go see the woman of the hour? I'd be pleased to ask her a few questions myself, she must be a good chef to know how to cook a souffle." He waited for them to lead on, cooking questions already fluttering through his mind. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Dec 7, 2011 1:49 am Post #47 |
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"Alright, follow me," Paverty said, helping them navigate the crowd of black dresses. Shan just thought of Ban's reaction to the food. For some reason, he thought he would turn down eating anything. Shan had met from high class chefs - you get all sorts at the Broken Strings Inn, and many claimed to be as good as Ban but would turn up their noses at anything they didn't consider gourmet. Ban, however, had praised the food for its simplicity. Maybe Ban was at the same level with cooking as he was with music, though. Shan could appreciate a tune well played even if it had only one note. And Ban understood that it doesn't need parsley at the side and a foreign name to make it tasty. Maybe he should bring Ban to the Broken Strings Inn sometime to meet that Bonnegan Vicc. It'd be funny if it turned out he wasn't a chef at all. They made their way to a small clearing where several witches were chatting with one grandmotherly one in a wheeled chair, large spectacles pushing up the brim of her hat. She laughed and something someone said something, smiling as she noticed the return of Paverty. "Oh, there you are, my dear," She said. "And Shan. It's good to see you're doing well." "I'm just glad I got here to, um, well..." Shan drifted off. "Oh, don't worry, Shan. There comes a time in everyone's life when you just start wearing down too much to do what you want and, well, you're ready for the next step. I've had a good life, so feel free to avoid tiptoeing around it. Speaking of which," She turned to dig inside a flowery crocheted bag looped over her chair. "Ah, here we are." She handed over a green bottle with something sloshing inside. "Just a little something for your father next time you see him. Some fancy vintage or another from the Hills of Mist, from a long time ago. Good man for drink, your father. Glad I could hand it to you in person. "And you must be Ban. Annie was telling me about you earlier, but I mostly need to thank you for helping Paverty. You did a wonderful job with it, and what from what she said, you did it without breaking a sweat. Ah...it took me back to my younger days, to a small cafe in Cascadia, where I first tasted this dish. Well, it was so good I had to go around back to the kitchen to meet the special young man who made it. Ah...those were good days...But I'm going on. I never managed to make it myself, but now, well, it's just another wish fufilled before the end, so I have to thank you, Ban. You know, you're good enough to open your own restaurant. Can't think of why you haven't. What do you think, Ban? You could even open something around here." |
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| Bear Cook | Wed Dec 7, 2011 3:30 am Post #48 |
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Ban followed Paverty until they met it to a rather old woman in a wheel chair, she seemed kind enough and she spoke well for a woman who was supposedly going to die soon. Ban heard her talk to Shan her voice was calm and kind, and then when she started talking about her past and about a small cafe in Cascadia, though what threw him for a loop was her asking about why he didn't own a restaurant, Ban scratched the his head as he spoke, "Well... to put it simply I don't think I'm good enough yet, I have no signature dish to pull in customers, no matter how much I love cooking it won't matter if I can't get the money to keep things up to my tastes." He waited for a bit before speaking again, "I'm just not ready, once I figure out which dish I am best at... I can make a restaurant have a big opening. I plan on having live entertainment there, I have a mime friend who is willing to perform, and if anyone can play an instruments I would love to have them during dinner hours so that people can eat and listen to beautiful music." He went into a lengthy description of the restaurant, the white stone building with large double doors, inside it would have wooden booths, tables, all well padded, his kitchen would be only behind a bar so he could cook and put on a show of his own while the music played. He listed dozens of different recipes for different times, and then finally he described how the place would be made to seem like they were dining in the mountains as a moral would be painted on the inside depicting the mountains he had grown up in. He described how the inside would be like walking into an old cabin in the mountains with fur rugs and a large fireplace that would be used to warm the customers during the winter, and finally he said there would be a second floor with a balcony that would be used in the spring, fall and summer for those who wanted to dine in the outdoors. Ban had finished describing his dream and he felt a bit embarrassed, he knew few people actually cared about his ideas but he knew his family would be different. |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Dec 7, 2011 11:55 pm Post #49 |
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The old witch laughed, a deep guffaw born from the depths of her belly. "Now that's a Foster!" She said. "Good enough just ain't good enough for you lot. Good on you! You have a good start though, Ban. Call me Nana Bobbin." She beamed at him. "You'll find that signature dish, I'm sure. As for music, I was wondering why Shan was here and I've yet to hear a note." "Um..." Shan said, realizing he left his violin behind at the house. "I didn't really think of it, to be honest. Would you like me to, Nana?" "Hell yes I do!" She said, prodding a finger at Shan. "It's my wake and I think I'm entitled to hear you play. You were good before you left, and I've heard you've only gotten better. And I'm expecting you to play for your cousin when he finally gets that restaurant open." "Um, I don't have a problem with that," Shan said, feeling a bit embarrassed. He wasn't used to having his playing praised at home, and the witches were usually more interested in his magic than his music. "Well, um, I mean, if Ban wouldn't mind..." He put his hand behind his back and focused, summoning his violin to his hand. "And of course I'll play for you," he said, bringing his violin to his chin. "I mean, it's the least I could do for you." Shan shut his eyes, tucking his violin under his chin. His fingers and bow found their places. He relaxed and listened. Somehow, as he grew in his powers, he found he could hear the ghosts of notes in the air, whispering what his audience wanted to hear. He could easily ignore it and play what he wanted, but he saw little point in doing that. He was a performer, after all. Playing to entertain is what he did, and he didn't want to disappoint. His violin music drifted through the party, a brightening element to the wake. Nana Bobbin smiled again. "Too bad you can't sing, boy, or I'd have a few songs for you," she said. "It's funny. I always thought I'd hate it when my time would come around. Figured I'd be some old curmudgeon complaining about everything, considering my youth. Thankfully, it seems Ms. Dogwood's taken over that responsibility. I have no idea how a woman who demands things be so precise wouldn't mind having a line of bird doings down her back. "I'm sorry I don't have anything immediately available to get you, Ban. Maybe I can answer any questions of yours? I'm guessing you're sick of answering them, being the new face in town, and I have no reason to be anything but honest now. After all, what are they going to do to me? Kill me?" She laughed again. "Of course, if any of the girls around here have caught your fancy, I wouldn't be offended if you went about the business of starting another generation of Fosters. Always been Fosters about, it seems, but never as much as the Tuttles. Some decades it seems you can't toss a stone without beaning a Tuttle." Her face grew a bit fey as she looked out at the party, where some younger witches were already arranging a circle dance. "I'm glad, at least, you're doing what you love. Life's too short to do anything else, trust me." Edited by Shan Orison, Sat Dec 10, 2011 3:09 pm.
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| Bear Cook | Thu Dec 8, 2011 4:15 pm Post #50 |
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Ban smiled at Nana Beasley, she was such a nice lady, it was a pity it was her wake, but she seemed perfectly fine with the end coming. Ban thought of Shan playing at his restaurant, if he was good then yes, he would most definitely let him play. Ban heard the music start and started to tap his foot, it was really good, better then the few musicians that lived in the mountains at the Monastery. When he heard Nana Bobbin ask if he had any questions or if he wanted to go see one of the girls his mind went through the lot of them, they seemed to young and far to... immature for his tastes, plus they had no idea what it would be like to live with a were-creature, it wasn't hard for them to make a den, but most of the time they're to stubborn to leave it even if a swarm of drakes were flying around and torching the place. He smiled at Nana Bobbin and shook his head, "The girls here are cute... but most of them aren't women yet, they still have time to mature into beautiful women, maybe when they're not so young in mind, plus it would make a miserable life to wander around with a were-bear chef who cooks mostly as a free service. Whenever I do get money I spend it on ingredients... no wife or woman should have to go through that." He easily realized he had still talked about himself, but he wasn't really sick of answering questions, so few people actually asked him about his were-bear side and his cooking, most people only cared about his size and muscle. He scratched the back of his head, it felt like someone... or someones were staring at him, he shook it off and continued speaking with Nana Bobbin, "Well I would love to know who made the souffle, do you remember the name of the cafe or the chef?" He was always on the look out for more masters and wouldn't mind going back to Cascadia to learn more culinary arts. Edited by Bear Cook, Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:00 pm.
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| Shan Orison | Sat Dec 10, 2011 10:29 pm Post #51 |
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Nana Bobbin laughed at Ban's description. "Sad to say they can be a flighty bunch," she said. "They're all still apprenticed, and I suppose we were all a bit like that back in the day. I hate to think of myself that way, but, well, let's face facts. Usually the you of ten years ago was just an utter twit, no matter your age. Ten years from now they'll look back on how they swarmed you and think 'Now why in the world did I do that? I just scared him away.' Come back then if you haven't already found someone, and maybe you'll find them a bit more settled." Ban asked about the chef and the cafe. "I certainly do," she said to Ban, "Though I'm afraid he's been gone these past...has it been thirty years? Thirty two, that's it. A good man named Harold. A quiet man, had a stutter so he couldn't even speak if he was nervous or excited, and he stuttered a great deal around me. We never married, but we were together a long time, thanks to that souffle he made. Like I said, I never managed to make it myself, but the two of us made a great many other things together. He loved to cook, and was apprenticed there at the, yes, the 'Four Corners Cafe.' "Sadly, last time I was there they'd made it into a shoe shop. Of course, by then he'd set up his own little place in Balefire, not far from here are the broom flies. Oh, we spent a lot of time there, him experimenting and me being on hand to help with anything he needed, especially taste testing. He called it 'The Dragon's Kiln.' Partnered with an odd dwarf baker and made surprisingly good money making Dwarf Human fusion cuisine. That old dwarf might still be there on Hangman's Lane, if you wanted to look." She looked thoughtful for a moment, and turned to Ban. "I feel I'd like to ask a few questions, if you don't mind. First is really just an invitation to come down tomorrow for the funeral. It'll be around..." she dug in a pocket and pulled out an elderly pocket watch, each tick seeming to clang loudly as it sliced off the witch's remaining time. "Oh, six oh eight, I believe. Bright and early. If you could come before then, I'd like to give you a gift myself. If you can't make it, I'll make sure it comes to you. "And I'd like to know, as a woman who's cooked for most of her life and spent most of her life in a kitchen, what makes a werebear want to be a chef? And not just a chef that's good enough, but the best chef he could possibly be?" |
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| Bear Cook | Fri Dec 16, 2011 4:29 am Post #52 |
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Ban nodded and listened to Nana Bobbin, she went on extensively about the chef and about his change of location, he made a mental note to go to the Dragon's Kiln if it was still in business. he smirked when agreed that the girls were all to young, though the him of ten years ago was still the him of today, the same proud chef that refused to believe he was a master yet and there was always room for improvement. Ban nodded for her to continue when she wanted to ask questions, stroking his chin, "Yes, I'd be honored to come." Though the next question made him think, he had become a chef... because he liked to cook, but he felt that answer wasn't sufficient, he would try to explain his attraction to the art, "My entire family, except for Momma, are all martial artists, strong warriors who are giving a lot of responsibilities, they love fighting and training, it's not that I hate that life... but it felt wrong to kill and destroy a man with your hands. I never felt good when I learned how to rip a man to pieces with my claws or to shatter ribs with a palm strike... but when I found myself helping Momma out with the cooking, it just felt... right." He started to rub the back of his head, slightly embarrassed by the simple answer. Though he continued on, "I just took to it like a fish to water... Grandpa would sometimes order the Monastery Chefs to teach me how to cook, after two years of learning from them... I surpassed them. Grandpa would soon just tell them to leave the kitchen so I could cook for my family or for the Elders, but thanks to my father's and grandfather's positions in the monastery it was frowned upon for me to do the work of a peasant. So I guess I really do it... because I'll never be the martial artists Father wanted me to be, so I'm going to impress him with my cooking, become so good even he will accept my choice in life, it also helps that I really love cooking." He chuckled nervously, hoping that was good enough. |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Dec 17, 2011 9:47 pm Post #53 |
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"I thoughts so," Nana Bobbin said. "That's where your magic is. And don't you say you don't know any magic. You're a damn werebear. If that ain't magic I don't know what is. Besides, ninety percent of magic is just knowing one extra thing. Got next to nothing to do with spells. Been a witch since I was fourteen and I never cast spells, but I'm still a witch. You put all that energy that mages put in spells into your cooking. That's your niche, and once you found it you grabbed on like a flea on a mongrel, like Shan and that fiddle of his. Right, Shan?" "What?" Shan said as he continued to play. "Don't act like you weren't eavesdropping, and if you weren't I have a mind to give you a whap. Shan here got his fiddle when he was seven years old under rather harrowing circumstances, and since then he decided to be a bard mostly because that meant he could make a living playing the thing." "It wasn't that harrowing..." Shan muttered. "I know you got some sort of magic trinket infused in that thing so it can play on its own, Shan," Nana Bobbin said. "Let it alone and tell Ban about how you got your fiddle." "Um, alright." Shan found an unused ledge and rested his violin gingerly on it, the bow still moving across the strings. "It's a cheap enchantment I found," Shan said. "Let's it play on it's own. And it's not that great a story, really. I have a good one about a dragon -" "You really denying a dying woman's request?" Shan winced. "Fine, but it's not that exciting. I fell down a old mineshaft when I was seven. A rockfall came down and block the entrance, and I was trapped at the bottom. They were able to get a hole large enough to send a basket with food and such down, but it took them a bit over a week to get it open wide enough to get me out. Mom had them send down that violin to me - it belonged to my dad - because she figured a poorly played instrument would be heard better than anything else, and as long as they heard me failing to play it they'd know I was alright. She didn't really forsee me taking to it though, and I've been playing it ever since." Shan shrugged. "That's it, really. I learned to play on my own, and passing bards managed to teach me how to read sheet music. Then I left home, became a bard and, to be honest, got even better from hearing new types of music and having to play well if I wanted to eat or have a roof over my head. Like I said, not that exciting." |
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| Bear Cook | Thu Dec 22, 2011 4:01 am Post #54 |
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Ban smiled as the woman explained that it was his version of magic, truth be told he had a single spell that would light fires, and on some cases help create onion volcanoes. When she asked Shan to tell the story of how he learned to play Ban was interested in that as well, though Shan seemed to not care about the trial until Nana Bobbin effectively guilt tripped him into it. Ban listened about the harrowing trip, he had gone something along those lines himself, but instead of it being an accident he was forcefully imprisoned in a hut for a year of exile. Ban nodded, "Well that's interesting at least, you've probably met plenty of famous bards and learned lots of songs. You and me are a lot alike Shan, we've both had lots of masters and we've both wandered to perfect our arts. Though we should talk to Auntie about everyone coming to the mountains to see Momma." He turned back to Nana Bobbin, "It's sad you've only got so much time, something tells me you've got some cooking tricks that I've never seen yet. Not to mention from your years of life you have a wealth of knowledge to share, if only the human life was longer... or if Father would have had time to escort Momma back home... we could have met sooner, it was an honor to meet you Nana Bobbin." Honor... it was part of his upbringing, he rarely felt honored unless he was in the presence of the elderly, he found the wiser elders to be great people, and he felt Nana Bobbin was among the honored elders. |
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| Shan Orison | Mon Dec 26, 2011 3:52 pm Post #55 |
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"I'm glad I got to meet you too, Ban," Nana Bobbin said with a wistful smile. "I've kept you long enough, I think. I'm thinking there are other people who'd like a last word with me. Right, Granny Cullin?" "I'm perfectly fine with waiting," Said a sharp voice behind them. Shan turned to see a tall, thin woman with face and eyes like a hawk watching them from under her witch hat. "It's your wake. You can talk to whomever you want." "Don't you be like that, you old bat," Nana said, laughing. "No one's impressed by your tough witch persona. And I know you're going to miss me, too." Granny Cullin said nothing, but her hands gripped each other just a bit tighter. "It...won't be the same without you mucking about." "The sun'll still rise, the crops'll still grow. Thing's won't change." "You know perfectly well what I mean." "Yes, I do, and I need to talk to you about taking in Young Jenny tomorrow, anyway. This is Banagher, by the way, Granny. Teresa's boy come to visit." Granny gave a small bow. "Pleasure to meet you, Banagher. Hope we get a chance to talk more later." "Now, like I said, I've monopolized you two long enough, and Shan, you can go have fun at a party for once since your violin's doing quite well on its own. Hope to see you two tomorrow morning." Nana Bobbin nodded once more to the two and turned back to Granny Cullin. "Now, Jenny's been doing quite well study wise, but her concentration's something that needs focused on..." "I'm sorry I didn't mention about how witch's wakes work earlier," Shan said as he walked away with Ban. "And we'll definitely need to talk about going to visit your family or they're coming here, though I'm not certain where they'd stay. And, well, I'm interested in learning more about unarmed combat for defense. It, um, could be useful. Since I travel a lot, I mean." He didn't bother to mention that there were countless times where being able to actually fight would have been useful for him. He'd keep that to himself for a bit longer. |
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| Bear Cook | Wed Jan 11, 2012 3:53 am Post #56 |
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Ban nodded to Nana Bobbin, hearing her dismiss them to enjoy the rest of the night so she could talk to one of her other friends, Ban turned and gave the other witch a smile and a nod, following Shan away. When he mentioned about not telling him how everything went and how they should meet his family in some way Ban laughed, "I just think of it like a pleasant surprise, just like cooking, sometimes some ingredients you don't think will go together do and it makes a new interesting taste, this is just like that but with culture, I find it interesting to be honest. As for my family... we should go to the mountains, you need to see my home now, it's a marvelous place with plenty of culture and lore, I'm sure Grandpa would teach you a thing or two about the style I started to teach you." Ban smiled broadly and allowed Shan a few moments of silence. Ban rubbed his hands together as he looked at all the dancing, Ban smirked, "Ya know Shan, I'm sure a few of these girls are sweet on you, you've got the musician bit, I'm sure a few of them will see you as more then a childhood friend if you go to dance with a few of them." He nudged Shan slightly in the ribs, the night was still young, might as well enjoy it. |
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| Shan Orison | Thu Jan 12, 2012 1:56 am Post #57 |
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"Um...maybe?" Shan said to Ban's ribbing. "Except I really don't know how to dance. Just wasn't something I did growing up since, well, um..." "Hey Ban!" one of the young witches said, bounding up to him. "My name's Denise. Did you want to dance?" Well, Ban was having no issue finding a dance partner. Maybe he could try asking one of the witches here to dance. With the Automata enchantment, the violin played on its own, so he was free to try some merrymaking. What was the worst they could do, anyway? Turn him down? Make you think you're a frog for a week and laugh as you try to catch flies with your inadequate human tongue. Alright, his paranoia had a point, but he doubt he'd enrage anyone enough to cause that to happen. "I think I will try to dance," Shan said to Ban, then looked around for someone that wasn't old enough to be his mother most days or his cousin. He found Jenna chatting with some of the other witches. "Excuse me," Shan said, feeling more embarrassed than when he performed to a full house at the Broken Strings Inn. "Um, Jenna? Did you, um, maybe want to dance?" Jenna looked back at the other witches in the group, who said nothing but did giggle, glancing at each other with mirth in their eyes. "Sure," she said. "It's not like there's a lot of men about to choose from." She took his hand and they went over to where the other young witches and Nanny Tuttle - who moved with quite a bit more enthusiasm than someone her age should - were dancing. There was a great deal of awkwardness and crushed toes between Shan and the heavily booted Jenna before he let her take the lead. Well that was now two strikes against his masculinity. "Sorry," he said in apology. "I don't dance much." "I was wondering about that," She said. "If you're here, who's playing the fiddle?" "Oh, um, I found an enchantment in Balefire that lets your violin play on its own," Shan said, glad the conversation was in somewhat familiar territory. "Hey, I've always wanted to go to Balefire. What's it like?" "Well, it's a rather dark place, since it's still on the border between here and the realm of Shadows. Day and Night are just outside constructs, and most of the city really just works in shifts. There's no moon or stars or sun to lift the darkness, so Balefire's become a city of lanterns. Handmade lights of all kinds of colors, sizes, and constructs line the city's streets and alley and homes, turning it into eternal twilight. It's quite pretty, but dangerous, since so many creatures held back by the sun can roam freely without fear." "Wow, you turned into quite the poet, haven't you? Is this really the same Shan that the other boys tossed into the pond with all his clothes on? That was hilarious!" Shan sighed. That was the problem with people you grew up with. They remembered you at your worst. |
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| Bear Cook | Sat Jan 14, 2012 2:54 am Post #58 |
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Ban smirked, these girls may be to young for him, but Shan grew up with them, they would act a bit more mature around him hopefully, when the witch calling herself Denise asked him to dance Ban smiled, "Sure, I'd be glad to." He took her by the hand and danced with her to the music, following her steps perfectly from step to step, his martial arts training was much more severe, he caught the movements pretty quickly and started to take the lead. Once he felt it was enough he let the dance and end and thanked the girl, switching off to another girl, he preceded to do this a few times, doing short dances with the young witches. Ban felt himself enjoying the small dances and the young girls never seemed to stop asking, after a while he refused to dance any longer, sitting down at the side, leaning back a bit to stare up into the sky, he laughed a bit to himself, looking around the place at everyone, it just felt good to be here, in a place no dedicated to fighting, one simply for being family and togetherness, he might have to retire here when he gets grey in the fur. He kept sitting down, relaxing for a while longer, he just wanted to soak in the moment and all of the emotions he felt. He came out of his short revelry and looked around, he had lost sight of Shan and Paverty, he stood up and started to walk, looking for his cousins. |
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| Shan Orison | Fri Feb 24, 2012 4:14 pm Post #59 |
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Ban would quickly find Paverty finishing a comforting pat for Jenny, who looked red eyed but calm overall. "She'd been apprenticed to Nana for over a year," She explained to Ban. "We witches try to stand strong, but, well, we're human too. Just don't tell any of the older ones that. We're supposed to be proud, solid figures of magic and might, after all. Witches live for image." Shan was a bit more difficult to extract. He'd managed to secure himself a very enthusiastic dance partner who cared not a whit about Shan's inability to dance. Unfortunately, that partner was Nanny Tuttle, who was also bad at dancing, but she made up for that with her enthusiasm. After they pried Shan free and he recovered his fiddle, most of the witches were already finishing their goodbyes and gathering up whatever leftovers they wanted to take home. Shan silencing his fiddle with a quick, if somber, number was the final signal to depart. Paverty waved goodbye to Shan and Ban and went back to stay with her sisters while the two young men went back to the Foster cottage to sleep, the spare bed in the front room set up for Ban to sleep on. Shan was awoken the next morning, however, by an insistent shaking on his shoulder. "Mmm...wha...?" "Wasn't Ban invited to Nana Bobbin's funeral?" Shan's mother said, standing over him fully clothed except for her witch hat. "Yeah...?" Shan said, turning his head to glance out the window. The sky outside was grey with only the first touches of dawn. "Best you get up and go with him, then. You were there when the invitation was issued, after all, and I can't go." "Why not?" Shan asked sleepily, ready to toss the blankets over his head. "I wasn't invited. Wakes are for witches. Funerals be private, and for those who are invited or show up. Now get up and make sure Ban's ready to go." Shan got up reluctantly, got dressed, and headed downstairs to wash his face and wake Ban, if necessary. |
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| Bear Cook | Sun Mar 4, 2012 11:04 pm Post #60 |
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Ban found Paverty with a crying young witch, she quickly explained why and Ban felt sorry for her, he didn't know the feeling of losing anyone yet, but that didn't stop him from giving her a comforting pat on the back. When they left her and found Shan it took a little while to extract him from Nana Tuttle, shortly afterward Shan and Ban had to part ways with Paverty, it was a simple trip back to Shan's house and only a few moments more before Ban fell asleep. The next day Ban woke up at the crack of dawn, creeping outside to exercise for a bit, stretching, punching, doing the basics of his martial art to keep himself fit, when he was finished the sun was well up into the sky, it wouldn't be long before the funeral started, he would need to make breakfast so they wouldn't go there with empty bellies. He jogged back into the home and immediately set about making the food, using what little ingredients he had left combined with a few ingredients from the house, he soon had pancakes and eggs, he heard something upstairs moving and smirked, calling out with his loud voice, "Breakfast is ready!" He sat down, taking his own share and started eating, they wouldn't have much time to eat before the funeral, and he planned on filling up before hand. |
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