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 Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 10:28 am
Amrita looked at the outside of this small store. She never really stopped to look the outside was not really colorful, but through the window you could see luminous lights that looked warm and welcoming. She watch Zekiel open the door for her and she smiled, said thank you and walked in. As soon as they walked through the door the colors of the wrapping was took her breath way. From the outside it didn't look much, but once she went inside it was a different world. Amrita's eyes wandered all over from the jars with colorful pieces to the packages of what looked like very most cake( fudge). Then one jar caught her attention it looked like a regular jar of nuts but they looked a little different to her, but before she walked away zekiel spoke. She jumped a little because she was lost in her on mind looking around the room she forgot her was behind her. When zekiel said someone would like to mean her she became nervous. She walked ahead of him. Then she looked a little father into the shop and heard a noise. She looked at zekiel " Who is it?" {sorry it not long I haven't had much sleep lately}
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2017 11:34 am
The door chimed upon their entry, a soft tinkling of the service bell, and Zekiel smiled, setting a hand lightly at the girl’s shoulder at her brief look of concern. “No one to be shy of,” he promised with gentle assurance. “Mr. Vatai-”
“Aye, aye, aye, who is this?” came the much louder, piping voice of an older woman emerging from the back portion of the shop—middle-aged, heavy-set, with her dark hair pulled back into a long, thick braid that seemed to fight containment. From behind the front desk there came a human squeak and shuffling, and a second later, a significantly younger face popped up from over the counter, apparently previously preoccupied with organizing items beyond view.
Mrs. Vatai, and the couple’s youngest daughter, Yrii.
Yrii adjusted her glasses with a flush. “Good- good morning, welcome to Vatai’s sweet shop! I—Zekiel.” Her attention moved from Zekiel to his younger company, but before she could say anything more, her mother had made her approach, and beamed down at Amrita.
“And who is this little flower bud you’ve brought along, mm?” she asked, her glowing eyes warm. “Not making any of your own yet without my knowing, are you?”
Zekiel blinked, but after the moment it took to register, he smiled and shook his head. “Amrita is the healer Chamrise’s daughter. The gods have brought her into my company today, as were both called on to visit with the Fehan family…I thought it might be a pleasure for her to see what art you do with sugars and cakes, as she does with her pencil.”
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 10:39 am
As soon as Amrita seen the elderly woman she seem less scared. The woman gave off a welcoming energy that Amrita liked. Then she heard the noise and her curiosity started to get to her. Then a young girl popped out and Amrita started to get nervous and shy. Then she got closer to Zekiel. Amrita didn't think the woman Vatai and her daughter Yrii didn't mean any harm. As Zekiel talked she heard her name and started paying attention.
" She makes cake like art." Amrita thought this to herself and was wandering what did Zekiel mean art like I did with a pencil. " Did she make faces out of cake and sweets." She imagined her head on a plate and everyone was cutting into it and in the inside it was cake. The image in her head made he stomach twist. Seeing other eating her head was outrageous and just disgusting . Then to change the subject she thought about something random.
Random mind started to wander she really wanted to know what kind of art can someone do with sweats. She looked at the elderly woman and smiled. "I would love to see your art." Then she gave a bigger smile. Then her mind thought of her mom. She wonder if maybe her mom would like something. She was just hoping she would have enough.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 7:26 am
The Only Black Uke Sorry I forgot to tag you
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:16 pm
The older woman laughed. “Well, I suppose I could try to make a face if that was what was wanted, mm?” Her eyes were warm with lingering amusement. “But not so much that, no. It’s a different sort of art, ey? Like music is an art in a different medium. And gardening—anything you put your heart into can shape into an art. Come then, did you say your mother was about?”
“At the Fehan home,” Zekiel clarified lightly. “We are giving her a moment’s space while she works with Aiara.”
For an instant, pity and understanding flickered like a gust over water across the woman’s face. Then, as smoothly as though never interrupted, she was smiling again. “Well, then you’ll have to take a bit back to your mother as well then won’t you?” she said, inviting her company along as she lead them back to a long display case wherein some of her more intricate pieces were highlighted.
For the most part, the shop was filled with rich but relatively simple candies — canes and knots, fudges and chocolates — but here she had lined row upon row of pastries: braided, rolled, layered, some even colored and presented with decorative frostings or dyed sugars and powders.
“When you make a face on your paper, you have to get all the details of who or what it is, and then just a pinch of your own magic to make it art, aye? It’s not so different here, but our mixture is to taste, and where you go from there is limited only to the bounds of the imagination. How about you pick something you like, and something for your mother, mm?”
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2017 1:20 am
Amrita really like the elderly woman. she was very kind to her. Amrita was overjoyed when she offed to bring sweets to her mother and for herself. Amrita looked around at all of the sweet and she remembered the sweet nuts that her mother would like. She grabbed a bag and and but some nut in the bag. Then she started to look around. Bright purple item caught her attention. She walked up to it and it was a cupcake. The frosting was beautiful and it had a yellow flower on top. It reminded her of her secret place and the flower she had around her home. Then she realized they have been out for a while. She grabbed the beauty cupcake and brought it up to the counter. She looked at zekiel " I think my mother is wonder where we have been. I think maybe we should go back."
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2017 8:59 am
Zekiel watched, standing back with patient interest as Amrita surveyed and selected what she wanted. When she brought them towards the counter, he trailed her, and the girl manning the counter took up what she’d selected, carefully packaging each and setting them back out to be taken. At the mention of desire to return, he nodded. “I think we have been out long enough and she would appreciate your return,” he agreed, and after thanking the store keepers, they were out on their way again, to the street and back towards the house they’d come from. “As you grow, will you learn from your mother to be a healer?” he asked. “Or do you think you might continue to make art?” It may have been an advanced question for a child, but she was evidently old enough to have begun partaking in both, and Zekiel knew a number of children with already grand aspirations for ‘when they grew up.’
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