Post by Magda on Oct 3, 2012 10:49:23 GMT -5
Throughout the city, Choiseul Manor was known primarily as an Embassy. The ideals it represented, and the peace Magda tried to bring were often criticised as romantic dreams of what was impossible, but those who made those accusations were also the ones who had never set foot inside it. Choiseul Manor was indeed an Embassy, but it was, first and foremost, a home, secondarily a sanctuary and fortress. The Manor housed those who had nowhere else to go, and those who simply didn't want to go anywhere else. Vampires, Werewolves and Humans alike lived inside the manor, peacefully coexisting for the first time in centuries, and if that wasn't to be admired, then Magda didn't know what was.
At this present moment, Magda was in the kitchen, attempting to cook dinner while she entertained a couple of the younger residents. It was dark outside, but it had only just hit seven o'clock. Winter made the days shorter and the Vampires much happier for it.
"Here," spoke the Lycaness, thrusting a knife into one young boy's hand, "You're on cucumber duty." Matt, a Werewolf boy of eleven or twelve with floppy dirty blond hair, was given cucumbers, which he spent a few moments pouting at before he got to work.
"I'm missing out on all the fun aren't I?" said Aaron, a Human kid, sweeping over from the pantry to lean over the kitchen counter to grab a piece of red pepper which Magda was chopping at Jamie Oliver lightning speed.
"Oi!" Matt cried, leaning over to cover Magda's pile of chopped red peppers protectively, hunger making him, as always, incredibly territorial about food. "Hands off."
"You can't speak to me like that," Aaron said in mock horror. "You're not even in charge of peppers. If I'm not mistaken, you're doing the cucumbers, so M.Y.O.B."
"I've got my hands full with potatoes in the sink, thank you very much," Magda sighed, grimacing, "I don't need another two this evening."
"It wasn't me, it was him," Aaron said, grinning as he turned to the fridge. Magda remembered something, jumped up, checked the recipe book, and nudged Aaron out of the way to get to the fridge. She pulled the butter out then stopped as she closed the fridge door and squinted at a point on the upper left side of the door.
"Aaron!" she laughed, as Aaron skulked over to the red peppers, trying to look innocent. "Luscious Sexy Smells Excite My Potent a R m p i T s?"
"Armpits?" Matt looked bemused. "That magnetic poetry kit doesn't have the word 'armpits'."
"I spelled it out myself," Aaron said proudly, popping a piece of red pepper into his mouth as Magda attempted to swat him away. Within seconds the two boys were clamouring around the fridge, trying to out-do one another with ridiculously flowery poems when the sound of concentration was broken by someone clearing their throat at the archway that led into the foyer. Putting down her knife, Magda turned to see an older Vampire looking expectantly at her.
"Excuse me for a second," Magda said, before gesturing to the Vampire to move into the foyer. Once out of earshot, she asked, "What is it?"
"We have a newbie, I think," the Vampire said. Magda could tell by the smell of dew on him that he'd just hurried down from the tower room, where a lookout was kept over the area day and night at all times.
"Where?"
"Roaming east of the grounds. They seem a bit lost."
Magda nodded. "I'll go check it out, you mind the potatoes and keep an eye on the kids."
The Vampire opened his mouth to protest, but Magda was already gathering back her hair into a ponytail when she shot him a look. She grabbed her bow and arrows and her belt bandoleer of knives on the way out of the front door.
She set off quickly, following her nose beyond the walls of the Manor grounds. She knew every scent in this building, so it was easy for her to hone in one that she did not recognise. As she moved swiftly and silently through the trees beyond the walls, Magda did feel a tincture of guilt at putting the old Vampire up to the task of looking after the kids. The man was a good soldier, but the boys would tear him apart in seconds if he didn't keep his wits about him. She'd probably come back to find the kitchen blown up, but she had more important matters to attend to.
At this present moment, Magda was in the kitchen, attempting to cook dinner while she entertained a couple of the younger residents. It was dark outside, but it had only just hit seven o'clock. Winter made the days shorter and the Vampires much happier for it.
"Here," spoke the Lycaness, thrusting a knife into one young boy's hand, "You're on cucumber duty." Matt, a Werewolf boy of eleven or twelve with floppy dirty blond hair, was given cucumbers, which he spent a few moments pouting at before he got to work.
"I'm missing out on all the fun aren't I?" said Aaron, a Human kid, sweeping over from the pantry to lean over the kitchen counter to grab a piece of red pepper which Magda was chopping at Jamie Oliver lightning speed.
"Oi!" Matt cried, leaning over to cover Magda's pile of chopped red peppers protectively, hunger making him, as always, incredibly territorial about food. "Hands off."
"You can't speak to me like that," Aaron said in mock horror. "You're not even in charge of peppers. If I'm not mistaken, you're doing the cucumbers, so M.Y.O.B."
"I've got my hands full with potatoes in the sink, thank you very much," Magda sighed, grimacing, "I don't need another two this evening."
"It wasn't me, it was him," Aaron said, grinning as he turned to the fridge. Magda remembered something, jumped up, checked the recipe book, and nudged Aaron out of the way to get to the fridge. She pulled the butter out then stopped as she closed the fridge door and squinted at a point on the upper left side of the door.
"Aaron!" she laughed, as Aaron skulked over to the red peppers, trying to look innocent. "Luscious Sexy Smells Excite My Potent a R m p i T s?"
"Armpits?" Matt looked bemused. "That magnetic poetry kit doesn't have the word 'armpits'."
"I spelled it out myself," Aaron said proudly, popping a piece of red pepper into his mouth as Magda attempted to swat him away. Within seconds the two boys were clamouring around the fridge, trying to out-do one another with ridiculously flowery poems when the sound of concentration was broken by someone clearing their throat at the archway that led into the foyer. Putting down her knife, Magda turned to see an older Vampire looking expectantly at her.
"Excuse me for a second," Magda said, before gesturing to the Vampire to move into the foyer. Once out of earshot, she asked, "What is it?"
"We have a newbie, I think," the Vampire said. Magda could tell by the smell of dew on him that he'd just hurried down from the tower room, where a lookout was kept over the area day and night at all times.
"Where?"
"Roaming east of the grounds. They seem a bit lost."
Magda nodded. "I'll go check it out, you mind the potatoes and keep an eye on the kids."
The Vampire opened his mouth to protest, but Magda was already gathering back her hair into a ponytail when she shot him a look. She grabbed her bow and arrows and her belt bandoleer of knives on the way out of the front door.
She set off quickly, following her nose beyond the walls of the Manor grounds. She knew every scent in this building, so it was easy for her to hone in one that she did not recognise. As she moved swiftly and silently through the trees beyond the walls, Magda did feel a tincture of guilt at putting the old Vampire up to the task of looking after the kids. The man was a good soldier, but the boys would tear him apart in seconds if he didn't keep his wits about him. She'd probably come back to find the kitchen blown up, but she had more important matters to attend to.