A Caracal Yokai
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*~Cerynitis Shi~*
Location: In the Bar/Cafe talking with Marcus.
Location: In the Bar/Cafe talking with Marcus.
She blinked at the implication of being insane, and blinked again as Marcus quickly stated at how he wasn’t saying that she was insane. All in all…Cery wasn’t entirely sure if she should take offense by his remarks or not. She ate some more salad while she mulled it over in her head, before giving him a shrug. “I’m certain under various circumstances any person would call me insane…but I just always thought that I was simply imaginative.” She murmured quietly, her ears slowly lowering as she dwelled upon it. Was that why once people left they never came back…? Because she was insane…? She always thought it was because of the time changes. After all…Rowen came back once the estate returned to his time…
The chef servant bowed when Marcus gave his order, and after a fair amount of time returned with steak grilled to perfection, with a side of salt potatoes and steamed green beans. Of course, a steak knife and fork were placed at either side of the plate, as well as a napkin for the gentleman. “Bon Appetite!” Cery chimed before washing down her meal with the remainder of her hot cocoa.
She then gave a bit of a shrug and a vigorous nod towards Marcus’ comment about it being a party. “It has its lively moments.” The little woman chimed. “But it’s really all based on what the world outside decides to throw at us when the fog clears up. I was really unprepared for the refugees, and I just felt horrible when I didn’t have enough private rooms for all of them. But we’re in the process of fixing that, and we were pretty lucky that the whole lot of them didn’t get displaced in an era they wouldn’t be able to cope with once they left the estate! It’s bad enough explaining to people about the horns and ears and stuff when they come in from the medieval ages, but trying to explain to them why there’s hover cars whizzing through the sky the next morning…OY! I mean, the kids loved it, but the elder-folk nearly burned the house down!” She lower lip wiggled into a pout, until her face scrunched up. Suddenly, she sneezed into her open palms, and one of the servants passed a tissue to her so she could wipe her nose. “Excuse me…” She said as politely as she could manage, blowing her nose once before tossing the tissue in a wastebasket. "Would you like to take a tour of the place...? Erm...when you've had your fill." Not wanting to interrupt his meal.