@aetlaendi || in the name of the family
Baking was incredibly soothing. One couldn’t just throw things in a bowl, mix, and then pop it in the oven and come out with something perfect. It took concentration, and exact measuring, or else it all fell apart. Baking was the perfect way to ignore something. Which worked out well for Sigyn, since she was trying to ignore everything that had happened in the last week or two. Immediately after leaving her disastrous meeting with D, Sigyn had sought refuge in her gardens, as always. The flowers and grass and trees had always been calming for her. It hadn’t helped this time. Her rage kept simmering just beneath her skin, no matter how much time she spent among the blooms. Worse, she just kept going over everything in her head, wondering what she could have done differently, castigating herself for her stupidity and carelessness. Her mood caused her flowers to close their petals to her and shrink away from her touch.
So, baking it was. Sigyn had already been at it for a few hours, making enough baked goods to feed a small army. She’d even made Dwayne’s and her grandchildren’s favorites, to be given to them later.
‘And none for D,’ Sigyn thought. ‘He doesn’t get any.’
Sigyn was just putting the last of some frosting on a cupcake when her slightly pointed ears twitched, picking up a sound from beyond the kitchen. It had sounded like a door closing. Sigyn waited, then a sense of rightness overcame her, and safety, and then she dropped her frosting bag and went running out to the next room. “Loke!”
