[Ongoing] Cooking with a Witch (Laesara, Red, Shenra)

[Apple Blossom19]

DraconicFeline

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House

As you enter her house, you notice many weird things. Strange glass jars containing plants and animal parts floating in a yellow liquid line a shelf to one side while many plants and herbs are in bundles hanging from the ceiling. Her house is so much larger inside than it appeared from the outside. The walls are actual walls, not just animal hide. The ceiling, or what you can see of it, appears to be made of wooden boards. There is a small beaten couch that is covered in hand stitched pillows and woven blankets. A deep red and brown rug covers the floor, its design mimics that of the stylized symbols you saw in the tattoos and carvings outside. The scent you smelled outside is stronger here and you can almost taste the sweetness that you smell. The old hybrid Mage cackles.

"Have a seat for a second, I’ll go and get the kitchen ready for cooking!" And she leaves the room through an entry way that is covered only by a curtain of beads and bone strung along a thin strand.
Do you:

Explore?


Roll a d100:
» 1-81: Nothing for you to take.

As you look around, exploring the creepy items she has about the place.. Like her collection of skulls, both Magescian, animal, and Drakein. She also has an entire box full of random bones, some that look like they have been gnawed on. You can hear her talking softly to herself as she is coming back and quickly sit down on the couch so you don't get caught with your hand in something it shouldn't be in.

Go to Baking

Or do you sit politely and wait for her to come back?
Go to Baking

Shenra flittered around the tent the strange lady called home, examining the things the old woman had around her house as they cleaned up some of the mess. She stayed away from the bones. Something about them just creeped her out. She had helped her mama since before the twins were born with housework, so this was nothing new.

As she straightened a few frames on the far wall, the old woman came back in and started asking for help in the kitchen. Shenra smiled, finished her task, and went to join her friends in the kitchen to help the old woman there.

She couldn't wait to see what smelled so good!!!!!  

[DraconicFeline]

Apple Blossom19

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"Come child!" she calls as she sticks her head through curtain of beads and grins at you. 

"Come help me bake my special treat! I’ve taught it only to a few souls; one who was a young hybrid, all pale and pretty! Very Scarred and so prickly! He was so much fun to tease!" Her head vanishes as she pulls it back into the kitchen and you go over to her. 

A shock awaits you in the kitchen; clean and pristine, everything is neat and labeled with nothing out of order. It is so very different from the clutter and mess of the last room. 

"Hehehe. You don’t think that I’d cook with that mess in my kitchen, do you?" She jerks her head back at the last room. 

"Oh no! Ysilliva won’t let mess live in her kitchen! Cooking is like spell casting, it requires a clean and calm environment!" She cackles again and begins to order you around, directing you to first do one thing than another as she mixes together a strange and pungent dark material, adding in the materials she has had you grind, roast and mix. 

You don’t know how long the two of you were cooking, but by the end of it you’re exhausted. Never did you think that cooking could be so strenuous! The smell of what ever you made is enough to make you drool; soft and delicious, you wonder if what you made will taste as good as it smells. The old woman pats you on the head and hands you a small bundle of the dark and thick treat you helped to create. 

"What we've made is something my people call Witch's Chocolate. Sweet and tasty it is a favorite among the clan's children." A grin splits her face. 

"If you ever see him, tell that lovely Iggy that Ysilliva says that he needs to bring his skinny butt back here and visit more often! I’d like to see him again, plus there aren’t enough hot men who find our village so I can ogle them! Now off you go! Come back and visit another day!" 

She waves her hand and a gust of wind blows you up and away, gently flying you away from her village and depositing you near the ferry’s landing on Ayr’s beach.

“All right, dearies, this here is my special secret treat.” she moved, giving all three of the children... well, youths... a clear view of a shockingly clean kitchen. “And you.. you're gonna help me bake it. Turns out, that mess back there wasn't where I needed the heavy lifting, eh?” she snickered, gesturing to several large bags. Some were flour, but the others were... something else. Something that smelled marvellous. Several somethings, likely. “This here is my own recipe - only one other knows it, and I 'unno if lil' Iggy's still kicking. Tried to teach it to yer Ma,” she said to Laesara, “and Ol' Kazzy, but that 'un can't cook.” she shrugged, “Gives him an excuse to come up here, though. So, I ain't complaining. Anyway, hand me those bags would you and help me measure this stuff out. Me eyes ain't what they were, ye know?”

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Red happily began to cart the bags over, hefting them up and grinning at the other two. She was trying to impress them, and she hoped she succeeded. “So...” she asked, setting the bags down and opening them easily, “Whats this stuff, anyway?” she asked, smelling it and wrinkling her nose.

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“Oh, there... Cinnamon, sugar, flour, and some other things...” Ysilliva took out a covered container of butter and another one of milk, pouring them into a bowl. “Here, start scoopin' them into the other bowl. About...” she told Laesara the measurements, “And you.” she turned to Shenra, grabbing some mysterious looking pieces of plant matter – herb, fungus, or root, it was hard to say – and carefully selecting an assortment. She handed them to Shenra. “Grind these up, real fine. Add some o' the butter when it's getting dusty, and we'll have a nice paste.

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Laesara began to measure out the ingredients with care, not saying anything. She was still tense, and every time the woman mentioned her mother, it only got worse. She couldn't remember if what the woman was saying was true – maybe her mother could cook. Maybe not. Laesara didn't want to think about her. Not now, not anymore. The road of her mixed heritage was a dangerous one, and one she was not willing to return to.

She blended the dry material at the old lady's command, folding in the liquid under the hybrid's supervision. “Wait.” she said, glancing at the bags, “There is one yet unopened...”

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The old woman grinned. “Why, dearie. Thank you for noticing. We would have forgotton the most important ingredient.” her smirk implied that she hadn't forgotton at all. “Chocolate.” She put Shenra's herb paste into the mix, gesturing for the bag of powdered chocolate beans. “Give it here. Lets make some magic...”