Post by Mina Westenra on Mar 16, 2007 11:35:41 GMT -5
She wanted it to be special because after all it had been well over five hundred years in coming. She was finally after all this time going to be able to truly celebrate a regular mortal birthday. It wasn't that she'd ever forgotten the date despite the time that had passed. The eighteenth of April as a matter of fact. But her Sire had insisted that the only day that mattered for such a celebration was the night in which she was taken from her mortal life and transported into her life in Darkness. She had disagreed but then when had he ever listened to what she wanted?
But now she was free and with that freedom came the desire to do just exactly as she pleased for her birthday and what Mina Elizabeth Alicia Westenra wanted to do most was spend it with someone she was actually fond of. Or if not spend the day with him, at least share a dinner, and it was towards that goal that she was here in the kitchens of the Blooming Rose Inne early in the morning. She had a few more weeks to try and perfect her cooking skills and from the expression on the face of the beleaguered kitchen staff at her newest possession she was farther away from that goal than she would have liked to be.
She was not used to failure in anything she endeavored to learn. It had never happened to her before so of course it had never occurred to her that it could ever happen. She wanted to wail at the unfairness of it all, that the one thing she wanted was more than likely doubly out of her reach. She wanted to have a nice elegant dinner for two that she had cooked with her own hands to serve them as well to make it more special. But as she pulled the bread she had tried to bake this morning out of the oven all she could do was sigh a tiny soulful curse.
"Merde."
They were flat, and burned as well on top of that. It just wasn't fair. A peasant girl could make bread and have it turn out perfectly fine and yet she with all her artistic skill could only produce the most inedible of foods. She supposed that she would in the end have to give up and let the staff make the meal but she wasn't quite ready to give up.
The matter of her chosen dinner companion was an altogether different sort of issue. She had drafted a letter that was ready to be sent to him, and she could only hope that it would be only his hands that would read the contents. She had even considered a supernatural means to have it sent but in the end she figured that was more than likely a bit of overkill. She would however use old contacts within the Office of Running that had served Kerrinne and the Brotherhood of Darkness faithfully over the years to have it brought to him, knowing that they would not betray her.
Once it was within his castle it was out of their hands and purview however, and she hoped that with it being sealed with her personal emblem it would be brought directly to him and not delegated to some other. It might be no more than foolish whim but it was her wish. She wanted to celebrate her birthday with a quiet dinner with none other than Cicero von Myst and nothing less would please her. She had no idea how much of her life would be hers yet to live, considering how often fate put her into the path of those more powerful who wished only to change her. So while her life was hers to control, she would indulge her wishes as she could.
It would be up to him if he would take up the journey to RoseHaven to be at her side for a night or two, to celebrate her birthday. She would be willing to travel herself to someplace else if he would deign to spend that time with her, and in fact had even packed a valise just in case that would be his demand. Of course there could be the chance that he would simply refuse her and in that case she would hope he would be courteous enough to send her a reply containing that refusal. She would never ask him why if that was his answer, but it would be nice to know in advance if such was the case.
Either way she had not given up.
But now she was free and with that freedom came the desire to do just exactly as she pleased for her birthday and what Mina Elizabeth Alicia Westenra wanted to do most was spend it with someone she was actually fond of. Or if not spend the day with him, at least share a dinner, and it was towards that goal that she was here in the kitchens of the Blooming Rose Inne early in the morning. She had a few more weeks to try and perfect her cooking skills and from the expression on the face of the beleaguered kitchen staff at her newest possession she was farther away from that goal than she would have liked to be.
She was not used to failure in anything she endeavored to learn. It had never happened to her before so of course it had never occurred to her that it could ever happen. She wanted to wail at the unfairness of it all, that the one thing she wanted was more than likely doubly out of her reach. She wanted to have a nice elegant dinner for two that she had cooked with her own hands to serve them as well to make it more special. But as she pulled the bread she had tried to bake this morning out of the oven all she could do was sigh a tiny soulful curse.
"Merde."
They were flat, and burned as well on top of that. It just wasn't fair. A peasant girl could make bread and have it turn out perfectly fine and yet she with all her artistic skill could only produce the most inedible of foods. She supposed that she would in the end have to give up and let the staff make the meal but she wasn't quite ready to give up.
The matter of her chosen dinner companion was an altogether different sort of issue. She had drafted a letter that was ready to be sent to him, and she could only hope that it would be only his hands that would read the contents. She had even considered a supernatural means to have it sent but in the end she figured that was more than likely a bit of overkill. She would however use old contacts within the Office of Running that had served Kerrinne and the Brotherhood of Darkness faithfully over the years to have it brought to him, knowing that they would not betray her.
Once it was within his castle it was out of their hands and purview however, and she hoped that with it being sealed with her personal emblem it would be brought directly to him and not delegated to some other. It might be no more than foolish whim but it was her wish. She wanted to celebrate her birthday with a quiet dinner with none other than Cicero von Myst and nothing less would please her. She had no idea how much of her life would be hers yet to live, considering how often fate put her into the path of those more powerful who wished only to change her. So while her life was hers to control, she would indulge her wishes as she could.
It would be up to him if he would take up the journey to RoseHaven to be at her side for a night or two, to celebrate her birthday. She would be willing to travel herself to someplace else if he would deign to spend that time with her, and in fact had even packed a valise just in case that would be his demand. Of course there could be the chance that he would simply refuse her and in that case she would hope he would be courteous enough to send her a reply containing that refusal. She would never ask him why if that was his answer, but it would be nice to know in advance if such was the case.
Either way she had not given up.