As it turned out, it was neither the sugar nor the butter that Flora needed to worry about. Nor was it even the cream cheese, or what was left of it after being mixed in to the frosting. No, it was the glitter that would have been her crown had she continued to swim that particular current. But with her agreement the battle reached its truce and she was spared. "Thank you," Hadama murmured, as if he had not just bartered a playful tease against his pride into a powerful accessory.
Surprisingly, the rest of the mixing went off without a hitch. The powdered sugar found its way into the bowl, and the glitter was added last. When it was done there was plenty for the cinnamon rolls and not much to clean up at all once the bowl and spoon were licked clean. Hadama dutifully ignored the stripe on his cheek for the duration, bearing his 'war wound' with pride.
The day was too bright for talk of war or politics, and so he set aside his information on Sohalia's plans for another time. When next they met it would be soon enough to return their attention to the shadows that draped their world. But today was for joy and a reminder of the light that remained.
~Fin
Surprisingly, the rest of the mixing went off without a hitch. The powdered sugar found its way into the bowl, and the glitter was added last. When it was done there was plenty for the cinnamon rolls and not much to clean up at all once the bowl and spoon were licked clean. Hadama dutifully ignored the stripe on his cheek for the duration, bearing his 'war wound' with pride.
The day was too bright for talk of war or politics, and so he set aside his information on Sohalia's plans for another time. When next they met it would be soon enough to return their attention to the shadows that draped their world. But today was for joy and a reminder of the light that remained.
~Fin
