Inspire by @Sorachan's lovely piece of short story. Did Joel go check on Alinna eventually? And who wants some Madame la'Chandour's creme brulee? You know life in the Sanctuary isn't all schemes and intrigues, right? I'm kinda in a story mood, so...well see what I can do, I may even manage some romance, who knows :'D. Ygnie the Vila belongs to @Sorachan! #TwilightRealm#Story#Fae
Ahhh Thank you so much ladies! @Sora, I'm so honoured to have your approval! Considering you being one of my most admired story-tellers on DD. I can say the same for your magnificent world Tanjia! @Gwenn, thanks!!! Well I'm kinda curious how's Sara doing recently XD. @Pearl: thank you so much!
I absolutely ADORE this, Leaf!! You know my lovely Yhnie so well!! ^^ Oh, how I wish I could just dive into your gorgeous and fantastic world! So much fun and excitement, even in the little moments of gossip between a spectre and a Fae! This precious bit of story and the spectacular doll that goes with it are going straight into my favorites!! ^^ (and you have me very tempted to try making my own crime brule!)
"Two of a kind...one too proud, the other too shy to take the first step. What should we do, Madame?" Ygnie offered a smile of gratitude to her companion. She picked her spoon, scratching the caremelised surface of this beautiful dessert, a frustrating sigh slipped through her lips. "Nothing, Ygnie, we can only hope Fate works her miracles."
"Really?" Ygnie raised a brow of a feigned disbelief, she circled her spoon in her pastry bowl, eyes locked on the other serve. Well, ghost doesn't eat, so could she have it? "Why he always calls her violent, cruel and bossy?" "Try speak his exact comments about her in his face, there you get an entire lecture of her defense from him." Madame La'Chandour gave a gentle shake of her head. She tapped one finger on the dessert and pushed it to the Vila's side.
"You can never expect her to take the initiative in courtship. It has been half a century since I entered her service, I know it too well. She can tear down an entire army but not speak her heart. By the Graceful Dark Mother, even a blind man can see! When that garcon bete broken into our realm, she let him go.Then he wanted to do this...how do you say, documentary, she said do as he pleased. And now, he is allowed into her private chamber, to keep her company. Do you know what's that mean?"
"Oh Joel, you wasted my effort!!!" "Oh, Ygnie, were you behind all these?" Madame La'Chandour narrowed her eyes, head tilted backwards. Her fingers played a brisk rhythm on the edge of her cup. "Oh Madame, I was trying to help." "I know, I know, fille." The ghost woman reached out one hand trying to give hers a pat, but jolted back halfway. Ghosts can't really get too close to Faes.
" 'I don't know garcon, why don't you find out for me. She won't mind.' I said to him. He nodded and left. 'By her Dark Grace that was some progress' I said to myself. 'A little follow up won't hurt.' But alas duty calls. When I came back during a break, I saw him pacing in circle in front of her door! I was screaming 'Garcon just knock!' in my head!" "Did he knock? Did he do it?" The Vila anxiously leant forward. "You wish! Guess what, he walked away." "Grrr" Ygnie rolled her eyes,
"So he did come." Ygnie rose from her pastry bowl, caramel chips hang on the corner of her lips, eyes beamed with the flame of gossips. "A quarter past eight, I was facilitating the cleaning team of the east wing, when Monsieur Haddson came to me, smelling like he'd swum in a barrel of beer." Ygnie had to bite back a chuckle, 'Opus, Madame, my fault.' " 'Madame' he asked, 'Is she awake?' Well how should I know?" The ghost woman threw her hands open in the air and continued.
(Two mythological avian creature stand guards on the breaches of the Sacred Tree of Gaia. One sees all things of the past while the other sees the future. Sirin sings the songs of sorrow while Alkonost voice of joy. Some believe they are the greatest of all air elemental Faes.)." The ghost woman draw a deep breath. The steams of her tea, whirled and twirled, infused into her transparent body. Ghosts don't eat nor drink, but they do absorb energy, which includes heat.
Ygnie sipped from her cup, absentmindedly thinking about asking for an third sugar. "Why, how did you know?" Madame La'Chandour rounded her emerald eyes of surprise. "Maybe a little bird told me." The Vila now launched her attack at the pastry, not half way through their conversation the creamy wall had already been sieged. Oh, how she enjoyed the creamy texture that gently melt on her tongue. "Then that bird must be Sirin or Alkonost...
