Advanced Medieval Era Roleplay discussion
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Kitchen
Ariella went inside with dishes in her hands, she placed them in the sink and began to wash them.
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"B-B-But Ma-a-aster..i c-c-cant unless its f-f-for...none s-sleeping purposes" she says softly looking down
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"T-Thats no-ot what i ment" Golly, was he innocent.
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Ariella gave a nervous sigh but nodded softly "Y-Yes Ma-a-aster"
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Ariella was nervous that he was helping but she gave a small smile as she began cooking one of his favorite meals
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"Y-Yo-our welcome master" she says shyly as she cooked the pasta
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She put the pasta on the plates then finished off the meal with her homemade sauce and some pepper then kissed him cheek "T-There you g-g-go"
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She shakes her head softly "N-No thank y-y-yo-ou master"
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Ariella tried not to give in and she nodded softly
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She bit her lip and she took a little bit and gave a small smile before placing the fork down then stood up " I h-have to g-g-go right now M-Ma-aster, Y-Y-Your father s-s-should be coming soon" she said softly
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"W-Whenever y-y-you want Master, " she said before giving him a light kiss but deepened it a little before smiling
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(Should his dad be there so he can talk about owning her and stuff)
Francais looked out through the windows. It was getting dark. 'Ollie better be here soon if he wants to try some of these,' he thought as he took the flat cakes out of the oven and placed them on the counter. He was alone and he had just finished cooking the King's dinner. Mostly meats like broiled lamb, some mutton and his, favourite stuffed pig; all topped off with a fat, red apple shoved in its mouth. And pastries, bread, wine or ale (which ever he felt for), fruits, cheeses, nuts and he'd baked some honey cake.
He yawned as he placed the last of the honey cake down on the table for the servants to put them out. He had baked three extra ones, one for him, and two for Ollie. He should probably bring one to Scavin; the man needs to eat more. He shook his head in thought, "That is when he reaches home." He smiled as he imagined Ollie just making it back from where ever the little devil scampered off to today, and then placing the honey cake in Scavin's hands. "That should keep you for a while, my friend." He mumbled as he washed the last dish. He stretched, ran his hand through his short cut, blood red hair and took the wrapped cakes, placing them carefully into his bag and he left the kitchen. "If anyone needs me, you know where to find me." He told a servant that had just come in to set the table, he winked at the lady, leaving her blushing and biting the inside of her lip.
He avoided the guards as he left for the streets.
He yawned as he placed the last of the honey cake down on the table for the servants to put them out. He had baked three extra ones, one for him, and two for Ollie. He should probably bring one to Scavin; the man needs to eat more. He shook his head in thought, "That is when he reaches home." He smiled as he imagined Ollie just making it back from where ever the little devil scampered off to today, and then placing the honey cake in Scavin's hands. "That should keep you for a while, my friend." He mumbled as he washed the last dish. He stretched, ran his hand through his short cut, blood red hair and took the wrapped cakes, placing them carefully into his bag and he left the kitchen. "If anyone needs me, you know where to find me." He told a servant that had just come in to set the table, he winked at the lady, leaving her blushing and biting the inside of her lip.
He avoided the guards as he left for the streets.
Misty pursed her lips slightly. " Why? Why me have to prwtend nwot to twalk?" She asked confused. But she gave a soft little nod her braid bouncing slightly as her grip on his hand tightened a bit as she moves closer to him. They went through the castle avoiding the guards that scared her a lot. Soon they reached the kitchen and she blinked it was huge! She gave a small smile "Ywou works hwere?" she asked quietly and gave a smile looking up at him.
Francais sighed now that he was back in his own element, he could smell all the expensive, rare spices. The cinimon, the nutmeg and the fresh vanilla. He looked at Misty and smiled, "Yes. I work her." He spread his hands out motioning to the wide large kitchen. He walked over to the doe that he had left raise overnight; he put Misty beside him and gave her a piece of doe that was used to practise on, teaching the newbies that came to the castle how to measure how much doe to use. No one was ever allowed in the kitchen without having a great amount of skill, it was just a matter of teaching them the laws of the castle's kitchen. He put it on a wooden board and gave it to her. "Act like you're kneading the doe please stweety." He turned around to add some more cinnamon to the cake mixture and turned back to Misty, "Sorry, Misty. Just don't say anything when someone else walks in the room, ok? The king is most likely in a bad mood." He turned back to the batter that he was going to lather the cakes in to give it a sweet and nicely spiced taste.
Misty looked at the doe and gave him a look of sadness when he said she couldnt talk. She swallowed back her tears though and looked down at the doe, she was clueless on how to do this. "H-How?" she asked quietly her voice thick was confusion and sadness. Her green eyes were filled with tears but she didnt let them fall as she breaths in and out a bunch of shaky breaths. The amazing aroma should have made her happy but she was sad because she knew she didnt belong here, she was afraid of getting Francais in trouble.
Francais didn't here her first but glanced down smiling, when he saw her his smile melted away. He stopped what he was doing and knelt down on one knee, he took the doe from her hands and placed on the wooden board. He hugged her, "Sweetheart. There is no reason for tears," he smiled at her softly, "And you know what? I don't think you have to pretend that you can't talk, just be yourself. I was a fool to ask of you any different." He kissed her forehead and after wiping her tears he showed her how to knead the doe using her little fingers. "It's going to be hard, so don't tire yourself out. Ok?" He got up and stretched before noticing that a few chefs had come to start the king's lunch. They had seen Misty and most just commented how cute she was and smiled ot waved at her. The place was soon at its normal population and working at normal speed; a few stopped and patted Misty on her head, or faked mistaking an ingredient for being somewhere else, just to get a glance of the blonde little angel.
"Alright. Let's get this over with." Francais shouted, his normal tone kicked in, he was a busy french man. 'You guys can talk to her when your done! Vitesse est de l'essence." The kitchen was like a living organism, it worked together and moved as one, the chefs cooked and the table was nearly half full. Francais glimpsed every now nad again to see if Misty was ok, he smiled at her too.
"Alright. Let's get this over with." Francais shouted, his normal tone kicked in, he was a busy french man. 'You guys can talk to her when your done! Vitesse est de l'essence." The kitchen was like a living organism, it worked together and moved as one, the chefs cooked and the table was nearly half full. Francais glimpsed every now nad again to see if Misty was ok, he smiled at her too.
Misty gave a small little smile when he showed her how to knead the doe. Her little fingers got to work kneeing it, she then looked up when some chefs came in. She gave a few giggles and smiles when they patted her head or commented how she was cute. She gave soft quiet thank yous when they did then looked up at Francais as he talked to the kitchen. She smiles up at him before she kneaded the dough more it was getting easier for her, she listened as the chefs worked and talked to each other and inhaled the amazing scent of the kitchen, she was having a really fun time.
Francais and his crew had finished. He even had time to teach Misty how to make a small cake, Francais hoped to find her sister so she could give it to her, after all, they still haven't found her. He sighed as he finished the last of the dishes with the rest. His tea, was usually in quarrels that Francais had to break up, he remembered one as his best apprentice had got into an argument about which spice to use with another chef, it was, in a way, something indeed that was to be considered wisely as the king does not take lightly to bad food. However he had to raise his voice to above his naturally 'loud' voice, he had prayed that he didn't have to do that as he didn't want Misty to be afraid of him afterwards.
Francais had said goodbye, or rather, salute, to everyone and they did too to Misty. He suspected that having a four year old child that bears resembalence to an angel from heaven calmed their normal behavior. Misty was so cute when he had showed her the end result of her cake, she pouted when seeing it coming out of the oven as it hadn't been 'as good as his' but clapped her hands when she saw how it turned out when she finished decorating it. He held some black forest cake that was soaked in rum and wrapped in wax paper as he took out his bag. It was time to search for her sister; he placed both his and Misty's small cake in the bag. Francais saw Misty running around a large counter, "Come on, mon chiere. We have to go find your sister."
Francais had said goodbye, or rather, salute, to everyone and they did too to Misty. He suspected that having a four year old child that bears resembalence to an angel from heaven calmed their normal behavior. Misty was so cute when he had showed her the end result of her cake, she pouted when seeing it coming out of the oven as it hadn't been 'as good as his' but clapped her hands when she saw how it turned out when she finished decorating it. He held some black forest cake that was soaked in rum and wrapped in wax paper as he took out his bag. It was time to search for her sister; he placed both his and Misty's small cake in the bag. Francais saw Misty running around a large counter, "Come on, mon chiere. We have to go find your sister."
Misty was having a blast running around and giggling no that everyone was gone. She then looked up at Francais and squeaked and took his hand smiling happily. "What dwoes Mon chiere mwean?" she asked tilting her head to the side. She then skipped out of the kitchen with him humming a happy little tune skipping along.
Francais chuckled, "I've been calling you that for a while, haven't I?" He held her hand in his, her hand barely curling around his thumb. "It means my sweetheart." He smiled as he heard her humming, she had a nice voice. 'No doubt she will be a great singer when she grows up,' at the thought his smile grew wider. They left the kitchen looking for Misty's sister. Francais prayed that they wouldn't run into some drama as they left; he had already made up a story of why Misty would be here, but he didn't want her to see anything that might give her nightmares. The king has been both very active, with the punisments and whippings, and strangely merciful lately. Yeah, Francais definately did not want any drama now.
((Where to? XD))
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((Mmmmm, garden?))
Misty giggles smiling happily "Cwute" She says before giving a soft yawn. It was already the middle of the day and it was time for her nap though she didnt want to admit that."Dwo yous thwink i cwan cook wike you some day?" she asked with wide curious green eyes as they headed towards the garden.
Misty giggles smiling happily "Cwute" She says before giving a soft yawn. It was already the middle of the day and it was time for her nap though she didnt want to admit that."Dwo yous thwink i cwan cook wike you some day?" she asked with wide curious green eyes as they headed towards the garden.
((Okidoki, omy gosh- I haven't said that in a while XD))
Francais saw her yawn and smile, "Of course, you just need practise." He thought for a while, "If we don't find your sister, then you'll have plenty of time to practise when I bring you over here." He thought about leaving her in the servant's quarter, but he decided against it, the only person that would babysit her was Anton, and that was because he owes him. Francais' face showed dissapointment. He really didn't like that guy. He walked on to the garden, hopefully no one was there.
Francais saw her yawn and smile, "Of course, you just need practise." He thought for a while, "If we don't find your sister, then you'll have plenty of time to practise when I bring you over here." He thought about leaving her in the servant's quarter, but he decided against it, the only person that would babysit her was Anton, and that was because he owes him. Francais' face showed dissapointment. He really didn't like that guy. He walked on to the garden, hopefully no one was there.
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(Sorry, I'm kind of cooking right now so it took me longer than usual for this post)Ceren had been exploring the castle when she'd located the kitchen full of frantic cooks rushing to prepare the royal dinner. Apparently they were short staffed today due to a wedding which one of the servants had invited much of the staff to. True to her personality, the princess jumped at the opportunity to assist someone in need.
Grabbing a chef's outfit, she jumped into the scene, helping out anywhere she could. Over her seventeen years, Ceren had developed a variety of skills, and cooking just so happened to be one of them. No one even seemed to notice that there was one cook that wasn't part of their usual staff. On the other hand, Ceren spotted Samuel right away. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't rushing to cook, but rather his purpose seemed rather unknown.
"Hello," Ceren greeted him, finishing up the side dish she'd been working on. He seemed rather out of place, and something about the way he looked hungrily at the meals sparked her attention. While she spoke, the blonde princess also extended her hand to shake and flashed him a bright smile that made one question whether she was really a peasant girl.
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He wasnt the type to steal, but who wouldnt when they're hungry? He was examining the dishes to see which ones are going to be more delicious and fulfilling. He glanced up, startled, when someone spoke to him. "Um..hi" he says shaking her extended hand. He smiled a nervous smile back, had she notice him trying to steal food? His cheeks burned at the thought, how embarrassing that would be?
(And we're role playing in the kitchen xD Well I'm actually eating now, but still)"I'm Ceren, are you a new cook? I could help show you around if you like," she continued, straightening her apron slightly. She somehow assumed that with his outfit and clueless expression that he was a newly hired chef. "Or if you don't know how to make something I could probably help," she added, remembering that some of the dishes that were being prepared weren't exactly common. She herself had learned quite a bit to day by simply watching the others prepare the meals. Honestly, she found the skills of these chefs slightly baffling, yet somehow it made sense considering her cousin's kingdom was quite wealthy. Why wouldn't the royalty feast upon exquisite delicacies?
(Maybe you could have him not know that Ceren was brought here since his family wanted him to get married already so he can be all surprised later? Your call, but I just thought it'd be an interesting idea...)
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"Huh?" he blinks a couple of times at her question and looked down at the apron he's wearing, "Uh...i guess..." he says slowly, "That would be nice..." he added.
"It's really not that confusing once you get the hang of it," Ceren told him before gently taking his hand into her own. She then lead him around the kitchen, golden hair trailing behind her. As they passed areas such as he pantry and shelves she explained exactly what lay where. Eventually they then reached the spot where they'd started. Ceren's explanations of everything had been brief, but detailed enough so that anyone who listened to them would understand how the kitchen worked. "So what dish are you in charge of preparing? I'll help the best I can," the girl asked him, tone as cheery as ever.
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Isabelle walks in, looking down. "Is there anything I can help you with?" She asks shyly. She glanced up, waiting for an answer.
"Oh... What are you doing then?" questioned a rather puzzled Ceren. She couldn't possibly what someone in a chef's uniform could do in a kitchen other than cooking. Anyways, the place was so short staffed, somehow her mind simply jumped to the idea that he was a new employee, but if that wasn't the case, Ceren wasn't quite sure what to do.
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"Oh, that makes sense. Well then, I suppose you'll need to try a bit of everything? Or just what the king himself will be eating?" Ceren reasoned, feeling slightly relieved. Even if he wasn't an actual cook, at least she hadn't been too far off when it came to his purpose, or at least, she thought she wasn't.
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"Sure thing," giggled Ceren, leading him to the table in the center of the room which held all the food that was ready to be served. Then, cautiously as not to disturb the meals enough so it'd be noticeable, she laid a bit of all the food upon a single plate. She put just enough for the taste to be evident, but no more, yet with such a variety of dishes there was still enough to give one stomachache. "Careful not to overeat," she added while handing him the dish. Then she disappeared back into the rush of chefs who were scrambling to finish up creating the desserts.
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Smells great in here!