Evangeline rolls out from the silky black sheets, rubbing her eyes and yawning in the cool air. It was her second night in that bed, and it had been as uneventful as the first. Xel'enfer did not ask she sleep in it, and seemingly had no issue with her using her own room.
Yet, her own room lacked a fireplace, and it did not take long for the chilly air in the stone manse to leave the elezen shivering in her narrow bed. Her body puckered with goosebumps she had covered herself with a blanket, trekked to the Master bedroom grumbling all the way, before falling asleep in Xel'enfer's warm bed without a second thought.Â
Evangeline's long legs stretch out in the warmer morning air toes curling before she reaches out to drape the blanket across herself one more. The bed is empty, Xel seemingly having left before her. Sleepily she trudges back to her room, tossing on a set of clothes, before making her way down to the kitchen. Xel seemed to believe her currently too unstable to learn anything of the void, that without some discipline she would simply be consumed by it. She of course, disagreed, but the man was dreadfully stubborn, he had been setting her rules, tasks, judging her to see if she would actually listen and obey.Â
Today she was told to cook breakfast for the house, a task less daunting than it would seem. Evangeline had cooked for refugees of Ul'dah and the Brume both, and it was not long before She has an assembly line of several large pans sizzling, depositing eggs, sausage, and toast onto a array of crisp white plates. She covers each with a towel to keep them warm, before settling down to eat one herself.
Evangeline finishes quickly, sending her dishes clattering into the sink. The elezen hurries off to her room, equipping herself for a days travel, and slips through the manor's main door. As she slips out she leaves a note in the main hall.
Yet, her own room lacked a fireplace, and it did not take long for the chilly air in the stone manse to leave the elezen shivering in her narrow bed. Her body puckered with goosebumps she had covered herself with a blanket, trekked to the Master bedroom grumbling all the way, before falling asleep in Xel'enfer's warm bed without a second thought.Â
Evangeline's long legs stretch out in the warmer morning air toes curling before she reaches out to drape the blanket across herself one more. The bed is empty, Xel seemingly having left before her. Sleepily she trudges back to her room, tossing on a set of clothes, before making her way down to the kitchen. Xel seemed to believe her currently too unstable to learn anything of the void, that without some discipline she would simply be consumed by it. She of course, disagreed, but the man was dreadfully stubborn, he had been setting her rules, tasks, judging her to see if she would actually listen and obey.Â
Today she was told to cook breakfast for the house, a task less daunting than it would seem. Evangeline had cooked for refugees of Ul'dah and the Brume both, and it was not long before She has an assembly line of several large pans sizzling, depositing eggs, sausage, and toast onto a array of crisp white plates. She covers each with a towel to keep them warm, before settling down to eat one herself.
Evangeline finishes quickly, sending her dishes clattering into the sink. The elezen hurries off to her room, equipping herself for a days travel, and slips through the manor's main door. As she slips out she leaves a note in the main hall.
Quote:Off to build an airship, should be back tonight.
Breakfast is in the Kitchen.
- Evangeline
