flechxtte said:
There's something comically solemn about the peachick's expression right now, mouth a thin line as he holds out his hand to give his nanny-- /something./ A gift, it seems, one that's certainly seen better days; it's a little less than half a lotus paste cake, its elaborate top mashed from the perilous day it spent in Shen's hands. He was definitely not given this treat freely by the cook, and he hopes she doesn't realize that. //cont
"It's a requital," he eventually explains in another absurdly incongruous businesslike manner. He seems rather proud of his word choice, but fails to clarify just what kind or helpful act this 'requital' is in response to. //fjkda; for mother's day kinda sorta but u don't have to answer it if you don't want to aaa
She takes the small cake gingerly, in case it crumbles between the change in hands. The paste was threatening to spill out and stain the fur on her palm. The Soothsayer runs a hoof through the paste ready to spill and licks it. She lets out a short hum of approval before he gaze drifts down to the peachick.
The Soothsayer smiled softly. “Oh, you didn’t need to do that for me, Shen--” and she takes a bite of the cake proper. “But thank you.”
“Come on, let’s clean up our hands.” And her soft smile turns mischievous and knowing.
The court’s cooks, would not take such a theft lightly, heir to the throne or not. But, she was willing to look the other way, just this once.
