They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Vanilla Lavender Snowflake
”A phoenix I can definitely do.” Presumably they would discuss when, exactly, during the ceremony it would be most appropriate to summon, since the last thing Loren wanted was to upstage Rexanna and Bastien. And the firebird was, if nothing else, flashy. At least he could rely on his summons and not his knowledge of flowers. By the time Lily dropped the jewelry box, all Loren had added to his suggestions was ‘purple flower?’ and then circled it twice. Glancing over at the red-headed woman, he almost went to help her, but Rexanna beat him to it and he figured it would be better to stay on task and for the two women to sort out the sparkly accessories. It certainly wasn’t his forte. Then again, neither was floral arrangements.
Then Deimos returned and Loren eyed the cake samples. They looked really, really good and it occurred to the Launceleyn that he hadn’t had anything sweeter than honey since his return. So when Rexanna invited them over to taste test, he set his list aside—perhaps a bit too eagerly—and walked over to the table. After waiting for the explanation from Deimos as to what the options are, the summoner would start with the chocolate cake with gold stars. It was way too rich for him, and he had to swallow more than once to get the feeling out of his throat. The marble cake felt a little too bland, especially in comparison to the chocolate monstrosity. The red velvet cake was definitely a contender, though that was mostly because of the frosting.
When Loren finally got to the last cake, he wasn’t expecting much. Even though the other three had been wonderful in their own ways, he figured there’d be at least one option that was nothing special. However, as soon as he tasted the vanilla and lavender, he thought they had a winner: it was unexpected, but in the best possible way, and the flavor was the one that spoke most to the themes of the wedding, at least to him. Pointing his fork at the now slightly demolished snowflake, he smiled at the bride-to-be. ”That’s my favorite.” His voice came out quietly, since he was pretty sure others would have their own strong opinions.
”A phoenix I can definitely do.” Presumably they would discuss when, exactly, during the ceremony it would be most appropriate to summon, since the last thing Loren wanted was to upstage Rexanna and Bastien. And the firebird was, if nothing else, flashy. At least he could rely on his summons and not his knowledge of flowers. By the time Lily dropped the jewelry box, all Loren had added to his suggestions was ‘purple flower?’ and then circled it twice. Glancing over at the red-headed woman, he almost went to help her, but Rexanna beat him to it and he figured it would be better to stay on task and for the two women to sort out the sparkly accessories. It certainly wasn’t his forte. Then again, neither was floral arrangements.
Then Deimos returned and Loren eyed the cake samples. They looked really, really good and it occurred to the Launceleyn that he hadn’t had anything sweeter than honey since his return. So when Rexanna invited them over to taste test, he set his list aside—perhaps a bit too eagerly—and walked over to the table. After waiting for the explanation from Deimos as to what the options are, the summoner would start with the chocolate cake with gold stars. It was way too rich for him, and he had to swallow more than once to get the feeling out of his throat. The marble cake felt a little too bland, especially in comparison to the chocolate monstrosity. The red velvet cake was definitely a contender, though that was mostly because of the frosting.
When Loren finally got to the last cake, he wasn’t expecting much. Even though the other three had been wonderful in their own ways, he figured there’d be at least one option that was nothing special. However, as soon as he tasted the vanilla and lavender, he thought they had a winner: it was unexpected, but in the best possible way, and the flavor was the one that spoke most to the themes of the wedding, at least to him. Pointing his fork at the now slightly demolished snowflake, he smiled at the bride-to-be. ”That’s my favorite.” His voice came out quietly, since he was pretty sure others would have their own strong opinions.
LOREN
