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*~Currently Known As Lady Tofu~*
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Hands shot out all around him as Sen ducked his head, partly to protect it from the onslaught but mostly to hide the grin that threatened to split his usually stoic face. His Arialla's newest culinary creations were an unprecedented success. Heralds and trainees alike were munching on second, third, and even fifth helpings. The servers couldn't get them out fast enough. What had she called them, he mused to himself. Puffs?
A warning bell went off somewhere in Sen's mind as yet another server placed yet another plate of Arialla's puffs in front of Sen. All traces of a smile left Sen's lips. Why were they always putting it in front of him, he wanted to yell. Sen braced himself a mere two breaths before innumerable hands shot out once again to retrieve little pastry prizes. With a sigh, Sen joined in, albeit with far better manners. He was a senior Herald after all, and it wouldn't do for him to stuff himself silly. Like Herald Dirk, for instance, who was happily working his way through his eighth serving. Or Herald Skif, for that matter. And Herald Elspeth. . . Sen sighed again as he got up and confiscated the remaining pastries for himself. What was the point of decorum now, anyway?
:.That's the spirit, Chosen. There's going to be a lot of new pants made this year. .:
Sen grinned. Rebun was right, considering that they had all been eating like this since Arialla became the first pastry cook in Collegium history. Two weeks of nonstop goodies that made even the oldest among them drool like children. Sen snickered a little. Even the Companions were in love with his Arialla's treats.
:. Yes we do, so bring me one too when you come out. .: Came the instant reply. :.YOUR Arialla is quite the cook. .:
:. My? .: A blush crept over the Herald's face. Sen thought to himself of all the times that he and Arialla had sat together. The times when he had comforted her through her nightmares, the hours spent talking to one another. Well, for a while it had mostly been him talking, a distinct discomfort for a man who seldom talked. The effort had been worth it though, over the course of her recovery, Arialla had opened to him as she had not to anyone else. And he.he adored her. Well, everyone adored her. She was beautiful. Stunningly beautiful, really, and every hot blooded male (and not a few females) vied for her attentions. Sen. . .
Admit it, Sen thought to himself in the deepest recesses of his mind, you love her.
He knew he did. He felt it the moment their eyes met. She brought a sparkle into his life that he had never known. It was something else too. Something about her that made him at ease, like he had known her his entire life.
:. So why don't you do anything about it, Sen? .: Rebun whispered.
Sen grunted, knowing that Rebun would feel his reaction through their bond. :. Too old. .:
Sen felt Rebun snort in return. He knew that his Companion thought he was being ridiculous, but Sen was firm on this. There was nearly a twenty year difference in their ages. By the gods, he could almost be her father! He would not pursue her. She deserved someone better, younger. . .
:. If you're finished depressing yourself, how about we look over the murder from last night again? .: His Companion interrupted Sen's thoughts. :. The character on the back is similar to the Vaishtel, but not quite. It could have been a copycat, or . . . .:
Yes, Sen thought as his Companion continued to go over the case, it was much better to concentrate on work.
*~Currently Known As Lady Tofu~*
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Hands shot out all around him as Sen ducked his head, partly to protect it from the onslaught but mostly to hide the grin that threatened to split his usually stoic face. His Arialla's newest culinary creations were an unprecedented success. Heralds and trainees alike were munching on second, third, and even fifth helpings. The servers couldn't get them out fast enough. What had she called them, he mused to himself. Puffs?
A warning bell went off somewhere in Sen's mind as yet another server placed yet another plate of Arialla's puffs in front of Sen. All traces of a smile left Sen's lips. Why were they always putting it in front of him, he wanted to yell. Sen braced himself a mere two breaths before innumerable hands shot out once again to retrieve little pastry prizes. With a sigh, Sen joined in, albeit with far better manners. He was a senior Herald after all, and it wouldn't do for him to stuff himself silly. Like Herald Dirk, for instance, who was happily working his way through his eighth serving. Or Herald Skif, for that matter. And Herald Elspeth. . . Sen sighed again as he got up and confiscated the remaining pastries for himself. What was the point of decorum now, anyway?
:.That's the spirit, Chosen. There's going to be a lot of new pants made this year. .:
Sen grinned. Rebun was right, considering that they had all been eating like this since Arialla became the first pastry cook in Collegium history. Two weeks of nonstop goodies that made even the oldest among them drool like children. Sen snickered a little. Even the Companions were in love with his Arialla's treats.
:. Yes we do, so bring me one too when you come out. .: Came the instant reply. :.YOUR Arialla is quite the cook. .:
:. My? .: A blush crept over the Herald's face. Sen thought to himself of all the times that he and Arialla had sat together. The times when he had comforted her through her nightmares, the hours spent talking to one another. Well, for a while it had mostly been him talking, a distinct discomfort for a man who seldom talked. The effort had been worth it though, over the course of her recovery, Arialla had opened to him as she had not to anyone else. And he.he adored her. Well, everyone adored her. She was beautiful. Stunningly beautiful, really, and every hot blooded male (and not a few females) vied for her attentions. Sen. . .
Admit it, Sen thought to himself in the deepest recesses of his mind, you love her.
He knew he did. He felt it the moment their eyes met. She brought a sparkle into his life that he had never known. It was something else too. Something about her that made him at ease, like he had known her his entire life.
:. So why don't you do anything about it, Sen? .: Rebun whispered.
Sen grunted, knowing that Rebun would feel his reaction through their bond. :. Too old. .:
Sen felt Rebun snort in return. He knew that his Companion thought he was being ridiculous, but Sen was firm on this. There was nearly a twenty year difference in their ages. By the gods, he could almost be her father! He would not pursue her. She deserved someone better, younger. . .
:. If you're finished depressing yourself, how about we look over the murder from last night again? .: His Companion interrupted Sen's thoughts. :. The character on the back is similar to the Vaishtel, but not quite. It could have been a copycat, or . . . .:
Yes, Sen thought as his Companion continued to go over the case, it was much better to concentrate on work.