A smiling, laughing Amalia was a balm to Jigano’s heart and he was more proud and pleased than he had any right to be at her joy. A joy that was, he noticed slyly, directed with a lingering gaze on the big man with the beard, a spark of something intriguing in her dark-eyed gaze that the bard itched to encourage. But first he had to survive the flour fight that was accompanying their baking – and learn how to bake while he was at it!
They all settled down for a moment while Amalia demonstrated her skills with a fine aplomb and flair that the showman in the bard could appreciate. He might not have her skill and experience, but his fingers were deft as he reached for his own dough and began to copy her example – with only the first loaf coming out a little lumpy. After that he got the hang of it, and though he kept a wary eye across the table at first, it seemed Deimos and Kiada were momentarily absorbed in the joy of decorating. With a slight hum of music in this throat he turned his attention to his own loaves consideringly. He was no great artist, to make some clever abstract design out of slender ropes and strings of dough. He had no symbol to call his own, as Deimos seemed to have. A brief consideration of a bird – his own raven form as inspiration – was dashed by Kiada’s swifter fingers, and he let his attention wander from his companions for a moment as he sought something simple yet meaningful he could use. He reached for the flour as Kiada and Deimos pulled away from the bowl…
His distraction proved his undoing. He caught Deimo’s overhanded toss at the last moment and tried to dance back – directly into Kiada’s clever attack from the rear. The result was a light dusting of flour on his front and a larger puff of what powder across his shoulders and hair, turning his golden skin pale along his bared arms. He didn’t – quite – yelp, but retribution was swift as he turned and flung his handful of flour at Kiada’s front in retaliation, laughing as he did so. ”Hey! Your dough is over there! You knead to stop loafing around and get back to work!” He tossed her a wink and truly wicked grin at his horrible pun, but figured she had earned it with her unprovoked attack!
Struck by inspiration, he turned back to his own loaves and swiftly rolled out his thin ropes to make a simple crescent moon pattern to compliment Amalia’s suns, making sure to Deimos and Kiada in sight now!
They all settled down for a moment while Amalia demonstrated her skills with a fine aplomb and flair that the showman in the bard could appreciate. He might not have her skill and experience, but his fingers were deft as he reached for his own dough and began to copy her example – with only the first loaf coming out a little lumpy. After that he got the hang of it, and though he kept a wary eye across the table at first, it seemed Deimos and Kiada were momentarily absorbed in the joy of decorating. With a slight hum of music in this throat he turned his attention to his own loaves consideringly. He was no great artist, to make some clever abstract design out of slender ropes and strings of dough. He had no symbol to call his own, as Deimos seemed to have. A brief consideration of a bird – his own raven form as inspiration – was dashed by Kiada’s swifter fingers, and he let his attention wander from his companions for a moment as he sought something simple yet meaningful he could use. He reached for the flour as Kiada and Deimos pulled away from the bowl…
His distraction proved his undoing. He caught Deimo’s overhanded toss at the last moment and tried to dance back – directly into Kiada’s clever attack from the rear. The result was a light dusting of flour on his front and a larger puff of what powder across his shoulders and hair, turning his golden skin pale along his bared arms. He didn’t – quite – yelp, but retribution was swift as he turned and flung his handful of flour at Kiada’s front in retaliation, laughing as he did so. ”Hey! Your dough is over there! You knead to stop loafing around and get back to work!” He tossed her a wink and truly wicked grin at his horrible pun, but figured she had earned it with her unprovoked attack!
Struck by inspiration, he turned back to his own loaves and swiftly rolled out his thin ropes to make a simple crescent moon pattern to compliment Amalia’s suns, making sure to Deimos and Kiada in sight now!
