10th of Autumn, 521
It had been a few days since Alice’s first true outing in a new body that didn’t involve mucking through an insect-infested and not really a goddess forsook swamp, considering it was a goddess who put them there in the first place but she digressed. The point was that she now had a slightly dark if ambitious outlook on being able to feel again. She had quite the episode out on the bridge in the rain culminating in almost getting struck by lighting. If that wasn’t a sign to get your ass moving and start on your ambitions she did not know what would be a bigger sign. Well perhaps a literal God coming down and personally telling her to move her ass but that seemed as unlikely as getting almost struck by lightning a second time.
If anything now was the perfect time to begin to cash in favors with Maderia and get the ball rolling. She had the perfect opportunity to dip her toes into the djet flow of the world and now would not even be that reliant on others to get practice in with her new body that felt as good, if not better, than her master level spiritist partner. And best start early to learn some of what it’s all about as the ghost had her eyes set on the Tower of Twilight. That was where the true magic she was interested in happened. That was where the Alchemy happened. That was where she was going to find her new body. She felt that more clearly than anything else.
The only issue was getting the connections, catching up to others, and most importantly convincing people that she was a viable student despite her mostly dead form. It seemed like ghost discrimination really but she supposed her kind did have a reputation but she hoped some mage’s curiosity of why a ghost would want to learn magic would tip it over the edge. Besides having a spirit that would work hard dawn to dusk and be around for possibly a good hundred or more years seemed like a positive investment.
The only issue there was getting to the place and showing that she did indeed have the drive and begin to work on making those connections, which hopefully she would have some help with. She already met with Alegard Dusk and he seemed painfully interested in what she was planning on doing so already there was a connection that could be used to backtrack into something. If anything it was a starting point. Just like this breakfast was about to be the starting point of starting points.
Alice was up early in the morning as she had tended towards since becoming dead but this time she was making a few clanging noises and slight swears as this time she was up in physical form. Not materializing but in the soulless body of Cavan that she walked down from her room. She didn’t trust her projection enough but she trusted her possession more. Her ability to twine through the body and race along its astral form was so calming to the ghost. The feeling of sinking into another body and feeling it become an extension of yours was something she knew no one other than ghosts would understand.
But her joy at getting a body that could feel was overtaken by her deep concentration as she, for the first time in six years, attempted to remember how to make breakfast.
“Eggs, milk, butter, flour, gasp she has sugar?” Albeit a small amount but the ghost added it to the growing pile on the counter, burying an unfortunate cast iron pan in the process. The Manor’s pantry was very well stocked with more food than Alice could ever remember seeing and she realized that whatever comfort food she ate as a kid would pale in comparison to whatever Maderia probably ate. But no matter she was cooking for herself as much as she was for her partner.
She also did not that it had a concerning amount of bones in jars throughout the food and jars of what she smelled to be soulmist.
First things first were to get the oats happily boiling away in a pot on the stove that the Manor so happily provided her with. The large cast iron pan sat proudly on the cast iron stove as Alice struggled to light the wood underneath it. Usually, her father lit it but this time there was no father so she had to rough it out with the flint and steel. It did not take her as long as she thought because as soon as she began to strike the flint a memory came bubbling up to the surface. Not one of hers but of the body.
The memory was distorted and hard to make out but she did sense the feeling of shaving tinder, lighting that, growing the small ember that sat within the nest of flammables as it struggled for life before catching and quickly growing with a raging hunger that demanded more fuel. The memory showed it quickly being shoved into a pile of wooden logs as it flicked up in a roaring, warm fire. The flames licked across the memory’s fingers and hers! The pain snapped her back as she woke back up from the haze now crouched in front of a warm fire crackling under the stove. Her fingertips only slightly burned for the effort.
“What was that?” She wondered out loud before banishing the question with a shake of her head, “It makes sense. There was someone previously in this body.”
With the fire going it only took a couple of minutes for the water to come up to a rolling boil as she dumped the oats into the pot and gave it a stir. Already there was another pan sitting next to the pot that was beginning to heat up as she tossed a few pieces of dried beef within the pan with a splash of water, covering it to let the meat rehydrate. It was a trick she learned having grown up on tough and preserved cuts.
After a minute or so of simmering, she pulled the lid off and dumped out the leftover water before throwing a spoonful of lard on the strips of meat, crisping them to a golden brown as the spat and shook on the pan, released the heavy and savory scent of fried meat into the air.
The meat was soon done cooking as following into the pan were two eggs with golden yokes. She wasn’t going to try anything fancy just a quick and easy fried egg as they formed a lacey and golden brown edge as the white took on a more opaque color as meat fat was spooned over top.
It was relaxing to cook something simple, it reminded her of what she used to make at home for her siblings when Mother was out before breakfast.
The boiled oats were split into two bowls and quickly topped with a fried egg each and strips of meat, she didn’t think Maderia would appreciate a smiley face formed of the food. And to top it off one of the few apples left from the end of the season was cut into slices and placed on top of the bed of porridge. It was as good a meal as any as she took the two bowls out to a table and set them across from one another and took her place as she waited for Maderia to come down.
A “Good morning,” and a “we need to talk,” were already on her lips whenever the master of the household came down.
Wc: 1291
It had been a few days since Alice’s first true outing in a new body that didn’t involve mucking through an insect-infested and not really a goddess forsook swamp, considering it was a goddess who put them there in the first place but she digressed. The point was that she now had a slightly dark if ambitious outlook on being able to feel again. She had quite the episode out on the bridge in the rain culminating in almost getting struck by lighting. If that wasn’t a sign to get your ass moving and start on your ambitions she did not know what would be a bigger sign. Well perhaps a literal God coming down and personally telling her to move her ass but that seemed as unlikely as getting almost struck by lightning a second time.
If anything now was the perfect time to begin to cash in favors with Maderia and get the ball rolling. She had the perfect opportunity to dip her toes into the djet flow of the world and now would not even be that reliant on others to get practice in with her new body that felt as good, if not better, than her master level spiritist partner. And best start early to learn some of what it’s all about as the ghost had her eyes set on the Tower of Twilight. That was where the true magic she was interested in happened. That was where the Alchemy happened. That was where she was going to find her new body. She felt that more clearly than anything else.
The only issue was getting the connections, catching up to others, and most importantly convincing people that she was a viable student despite her mostly dead form. It seemed like ghost discrimination really but she supposed her kind did have a reputation but she hoped some mage’s curiosity of why a ghost would want to learn magic would tip it over the edge. Besides having a spirit that would work hard dawn to dusk and be around for possibly a good hundred or more years seemed like a positive investment.
The only issue there was getting to the place and showing that she did indeed have the drive and begin to work on making those connections, which hopefully she would have some help with. She already met with Alegard Dusk and he seemed painfully interested in what she was planning on doing so already there was a connection that could be used to backtrack into something. If anything it was a starting point. Just like this breakfast was about to be the starting point of starting points.
Alice was up early in the morning as she had tended towards since becoming dead but this time she was making a few clanging noises and slight swears as this time she was up in physical form. Not materializing but in the soulless body of Cavan that she walked down from her room. She didn’t trust her projection enough but she trusted her possession more. Her ability to twine through the body and race along its astral form was so calming to the ghost. The feeling of sinking into another body and feeling it become an extension of yours was something she knew no one other than ghosts would understand.
But her joy at getting a body that could feel was overtaken by her deep concentration as she, for the first time in six years, attempted to remember how to make breakfast.
“Eggs, milk, butter, flour, gasp she has sugar?” Albeit a small amount but the ghost added it to the growing pile on the counter, burying an unfortunate cast iron pan in the process. The Manor’s pantry was very well stocked with more food than Alice could ever remember seeing and she realized that whatever comfort food she ate as a kid would pale in comparison to whatever Maderia probably ate. But no matter she was cooking for herself as much as she was for her partner.
She also did not that it had a concerning amount of bones in jars throughout the food and jars of what she smelled to be soulmist.
First things first were to get the oats happily boiling away in a pot on the stove that the Manor so happily provided her with. The large cast iron pan sat proudly on the cast iron stove as Alice struggled to light the wood underneath it. Usually, her father lit it but this time there was no father so she had to rough it out with the flint and steel. It did not take her as long as she thought because as soon as she began to strike the flint a memory came bubbling up to the surface. Not one of hers but of the body.
The memory was distorted and hard to make out but she did sense the feeling of shaving tinder, lighting that, growing the small ember that sat within the nest of flammables as it struggled for life before catching and quickly growing with a raging hunger that demanded more fuel. The memory showed it quickly being shoved into a pile of wooden logs as it flicked up in a roaring, warm fire. The flames licked across the memory’s fingers and hers! The pain snapped her back as she woke back up from the haze now crouched in front of a warm fire crackling under the stove. Her fingertips only slightly burned for the effort.
“What was that?” She wondered out loud before banishing the question with a shake of her head, “It makes sense. There was someone previously in this body.”
With the fire going it only took a couple of minutes for the water to come up to a rolling boil as she dumped the oats into the pot and gave it a stir. Already there was another pan sitting next to the pot that was beginning to heat up as she tossed a few pieces of dried beef within the pan with a splash of water, covering it to let the meat rehydrate. It was a trick she learned having grown up on tough and preserved cuts.
After a minute or so of simmering, she pulled the lid off and dumped out the leftover water before throwing a spoonful of lard on the strips of meat, crisping them to a golden brown as the spat and shook on the pan, released the heavy and savory scent of fried meat into the air.
The meat was soon done cooking as following into the pan were two eggs with golden yokes. She wasn’t going to try anything fancy just a quick and easy fried egg as they formed a lacey and golden brown edge as the white took on a more opaque color as meat fat was spooned over top.
It was relaxing to cook something simple, it reminded her of what she used to make at home for her siblings when Mother was out before breakfast.
The boiled oats were split into two bowls and quickly topped with a fried egg each and strips of meat, she didn’t think Maderia would appreciate a smiley face formed of the food. And to top it off one of the few apples left from the end of the season was cut into slices and placed on top of the bed of porridge. It was as good a meal as any as she took the two bowls out to a table and set them across from one another and took her place as she waited for Maderia to come down.
A “Good morning,” and a “we need to talk,” were already on her lips whenever the master of the household came down.
Wc: 1291
