[SE] Yeast of the Sun, Zest of the Moon
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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#15
"Did you know her?" he asked, curious as always, especially about the bonds of family that he had so little experience with. His mother, his father, and him... that was all there had been. No grandparents or cousins, no siblings or aunts. Perhaps that was why he responded to Amalia's affection with such tentative yearning, seeking those ties he had watched others enjoy even while he was set apart in so many ways. He knew it came across as prying, that it was none of his business, but still he found himself trying to understand, plucking and tasting the memories of those who had what he could not. Perhaps he was a bit like the Tulmhainar himself in that... or rather, perhaps he could understand the great Cosmic Tortoise more, when placed in that context.

He handed the pans over and trailed after Amalia like a tall, lanky puppy as she carried them to the oven, sighing in dramatic impatience at how long they would take to bake. "I suppose I can wait that long," he pouted, blue eyes twinkling. "Especially since any treat from your bakery is well worth the wait!" And it was not such a long wait as all that, not with the conversation that flowed between them, replete with teasing and laughter and tidbits of their pasts and the joy of their companions playing around and between them as Isuma occasionally begged for sunflower seeds from the bag.

Sooner than he expected, in fact, the aromas of cardamom and citrus wafted through the bakery with tantalizing come-hither fingers that coaxed them towards the oven to check on their progress. "Now?" Jigano asked hopefully as he waited beside the iron door, offering Amalia a winning smile - and a pair of oven mitts.
Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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#16

She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help


"No... she died just before I was born." Amalia shrugs, unperturbed. People die in the Hollowed Grounds, often at what the rest of the world might consider a young age. She had known her great-grandfather for a brief time, but the Chandrakants were a matriarchal family, and Amalia's grandmother spent little time with her father.

And as for the girl's own father... Well. Nobody knew but Rishima, who had always be tight-lipped about the whole thing.

The conversation flows easily, punctuated by playful companions and comfortable familiarity. When at last the aroma of the cakes becomes too strong to bear they slip around to the waiting oven, gazing in critically at the beautiful golden loaves. With Jyoti waiting in the front of the shop (they have come to realize that the calf hates heat), Amalia grins at her silver-haired bard, taking the large oven mitts from his hands and slipping them on her own.

A knife inserted comes out clean, a sure sign that the good are done. One at a time she carefully carries them to the counter, where she has already set out a drying rack. Deftly and delicately Amalia flips the pans onto the wire, and the cakes that slide out are golden and aromatic, beautifully imprinted with swirling suns.

Grinning delightedly at the loaves, Amalia gestures to them one at a time. "Wonderful work, sous chef Jigano! Which one do you want to take home to Rory, and which should we cut open to test?"

a m a l i a
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine


Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
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#17
Jigano nodded sympathetically, but since Amalia didn't seem too bothered by it he saw no point in doing more. There were other things to talk about, after all, jokes to make and teasing of siblings and laughing at companions being silly and adorable young creatures as they played with each other and occasionally used the humans for 'base.'

The smell of the sweet cakes was a little piece of heaven as it circulated through the room, and Jigano found himself salivating as he waited eagerly for Amalia to check the loaves for doneness. He'd never been happier to see a clean knife (well, at least in the context of a kitchen) and he grinned back at his mentor as the pans were delivered to the counter and their golden bounty deposited neatly upon the waiting racks.

"Mmm. They both look divine, head chef Amalia," he teased back. "Truly, you are an excellent teacher! I think Rory will like... this one," he decided, not even trying to deny that he would be taking one back to his partner, and warmed that Amalia knew him - them - so well. He pointed to one of the nearly-identical loaves to be set aside, and then happily helped his mentor serve up the other, offering a small piece to Isuma as he bit into the soft, sweet loaf and sighed in utter contentment at the confection that the baker had taught him how to make.
Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

Age: 29 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak
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JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
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#18

She's imperfect, but she tries
She is good, but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help


Jigano selects his cake and Amalia grins, appreciating as the man does no so much as question her suggestion that he will go home to Rory tonight. Nodding, she pulls the selected fresh loaf off the cooling rack, taking it to wrap in muslin cloth and deposit into his bag.. It is with gratitude that she takes her slice, placing it into her voice with a happy hum, the taste of sunlight and sunflower seeds tingling on her tongue. She wishes Jyoti could eat it, but the whale seems wholly disinterested in food, preferring instead to bask in aromas, ride on currents of scented air.

They eat in happy conversation, chatting more about their upcoming plans. And when it is time to clean it is nice to have a friend, a second pair of hands to assist in her effort and a small, sweet friend to entertain the starwhale. It is with bittersweet reluctance she at last bids him goodbye (and not without hugs and a great deal more baked goods); smiling, she watches the bard depart into the setting sun before turning to return to her bakery, happy and content from a long day's work.

a m a l i a
She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine




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