Post by Medivha on Nov 5, 2015 0:04:05 GMT
“... to put on your winter jackets and gather at the Leland Manor for a bonfire extravaganza. Food and drink included with a closing explosives display.”
Vieka stared down at the expensive and ornate flier with a look of utter loathing. This was not what she had in mind when she asked the Leland head if she could borrow the garden for her annual pyroworks fun and a small bonfire. Her old man had told her about the tradition representing the discovery of some plot to blow up something or other, she didn't remember exactly, when she was very young, lighting a small fire and roasting marshmallows and all sorts of odd but comforting quirks. As she got older the traditions grew, and soon it became a yearly thing, even taking the time to combine her herbal and pyrotechnical knowledge with his superior gunpowder and mechanical skills to create what vie liked to call pyroworks: small odd rockets filled with flammable and explosive materials that were aimed up at the sky and exploded into bright lights, dyed different colours by plant compounds. Her dad of cause had to create such devices, since something was bound to go wrong if the magic imbued half breed tried, but Vieka could set them off easily enough with the fuse and had artistic licence when it came to the patterns, formations and timings that she set them off in.
Only, when it came to explaining this to Charles, he seemed to think it was such an exquisite idea that the whole blasted city should see it. Now the poor woman was roped into trying to make enough of her yearly traditions for a small mob to enjoy just in case while the whole thing was blown wayyyy out of proportion.
A ridiculous sized bonfire was set up in a clear section of the gardens, already stoked to a strong flame that was continuously fed, tables were set up that were filled with picky bits and knick knacks to snack on that she had to show the staff how to make, and a small live band was set up nearby, playing some upbeat music to fill up the crackling air. She supposed she should be grateful he didn't get a whole bloody orchestra out here, but the woman still felt entirely miffed at the situation. The blasted oaf of a man wasn't even going to be attending, which meant either she or Stephen had to host the dratting thing, which she barely had time to do between trying to get her display ready and making sure the food was to her standards. Drat her to the seven pits of hell if anyone thought they were going to ruin her traditions, especially her food.
Sighing in irritation, Vieka rearranged her ridiculously long, lusciously warm scarf around her neck and threw the tail over her shoulder where the wind caught it awkwardly before sticking another home made biscuit on top of her marshmallowy, chocolate mountain and promptly stuffed the delicious treat into her gob, the flier jammed in her pocket where she didn't have to look at it any more. Once done chewing, she dusted off her hands and yanked her mask back down her face before shifting over to where she’d arranged three large vats of different drinks. White hot chocolate spiked with cinnamon and nutmeg, milk hot chocolate with added malt and barley and mulled wine in the last, on the end of the desk an assortment of added extra’s like whipped cream, mini marshmallows and sprinkles placed for people to pick from.
“You don’t suppose too many people will show up do you?” She mumbled, stirring the mulled wine and watching the fruit and spices bob about before looking up at the only remaining Leland in the manor grounds at the moment, her tone drenched in a dying hope.