Ellette Giselle

@ellette-giselle

XD XD XD

*Weezing laughter*

@whalekeeper

Whatever you’d like to happen with Callum, honestly. LeQoi is mildly sinister, but I’ve set it up that he’d likely be ready to keep Callum in the kitchen.

@whaley

NoOoO hE DoEsn’T. XD

Forks were not invented yet in his country, or were two-pronged things used to stab big pieces of meat and rather too large to eat with.

@anyone

Ari

A water drop slid down his forehead. He brushed it away with a lock of wet hair that tried to stick to his face.

He’d woken with a racing heart that had taken an hour clinging to the bareback of a galloping horse to calm.Then there’d been a cold swim in the river…

Ari combed his fingers through his thick hair, annoyed. It would…[Read more]

@koshka

Sure, breakfast can happen and LeQoi can confront Callum after that, hehe

I just really wanted create a funny side story about Callum sneaking into the kitchen of one of his heroes and trying to learn under him.

@whalekeeper @ellette-giselle

I like this idea. If Ellette want to, of course, since he’s her character. Wilhelm had already gone down to breakfast.

What made no sense was the tined things that were laid out beside them. He picked one up. It was silver and weighed heavily in his hand. He poked experimentally at the cloth folded beneath the horde of silverware. The utensil left tiny holes in the fabric where each tine distorted the weave.

WiLHeLM dOesn’t knOW whAT a FoRk iS

The question is, is he the kind of kid to open a door to someone else’s room? Wilhelm might have locked it, but I doubt it. It will be funner if he forgot.

@elishavet-pidyon

You could let Wolfgang go searching for him

Although it would also be funny if Wilhelm went down before Wolfgang. Wolf would have a mystery to solve.

Oh no Wolfgang, Wilhelm is already up and about XD

@ellette-giselle

Hehe. You got that in while I was typing. I shall respond because Wolf is hilarious. Lol.

@anyone

It has come to my attention that Wilhelm has no idea what he’s doing.

Wilhelm

He had found the dining room without becoming hopelessly lost again. Somehow, that felt significant. Wilhelm entered the place with a smile on his face.

Rather than a cacophony of voices like last night had thrust at him, the place was filled with a myriad of…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

XD

LeQoi

The child was certainly not a known member of his domain. He was too helpful, too…skilled. The master of the kitchen watched the boy’s head dip over the pans he’s just returned to.

LeQoi’s eyes narrowed a fraction. Perhaps the school had hired another servant without first consulting him. Similar offences had occured…[Read more]

@loopylin

Ah, poor Ellis. I hope he and his author are feeling better soon.

Ellis

Ellis woke up with a headache. He rolled over, buried his face into the pillows, and groaned. He had had the strangest dreams all night, but the memories were beginning to fade. He tried to hold onto them. There was a farmhouse at night, windows glowing warm and innocent, being surrounded by men on horseback. At some point he had been…[Read more]

@koshka

The French internal dialogue is my fav

Callum

Callum only half-listened to the conversation between LeQoi and his cook. LeQoi was an all-knowing master and knew exactly how to restore order. The best way for Callum to be worthy of this job was to hold his head down and do as he was told.

He had to be fast. Efficient. Thorough.

He…[Read more]

@whalekeeper

Oh. OH. oh dear.

LeQoi

Nations. Kingdoms. Empires. Heirs to them all in his own masterful fingers.

A pity, really. A delightful pity.

“Hey, boy, you’re late.” A voice rose above the ordered murmurs of his dominion. LeQoi shifted his molten chocolate gaze to the offender. Said chef did not notice. “The baking pans need to be s…[Read more]

@koshka

Callum

Callum rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn. He rubbed his eyes, tracing his hand over the colorful decor of his bedroom walls to find a lamp. He lit it, shook his head hard enough to strike his own face with his hair beads, and let out a tired groan.

In the hall, outside his room, hardly anybody was there. Most of the doors…[Read more]

@ellette-giselle

Ok…. Time for the morning.

Wilhelm

Fog was rolling through the gardens out his window. Wilhelm sat in the deep sil. The feel of solid stone under him, around him, comforted him like a familiar blanket. He rested his head against the leaded pane and watched his breath cloud the glass.

His prayer beads lay in their box on the…[Read more]