[Winterflame Hold] Now You're Cooking With Fire (Aiza)

[Kendall Saarinen]

Kendall followed the girl's direction as she voiced it. First he added the dry ingredients into the bowl, mixing them as Aiza had told him to do. Once the dry ingredients were mixed together, Kendall started to add the wet ingredients. "How long should I mix this stuff for?" He worked to mix them together while he listened to Aiza talk. He was happy he got her to talk a little. While it was a bit hypocritical of him to want someone to be more talkative, at least the two were making conversation now. "It must have been nice to grow up in Avanthal. It seems like a beautiful city." Personally, Kendall did not like the city too much. It was not to say that he disliked it. He was just a bit put off by the sheer cold of it. With so much cold it was hard to feel Ivak's touch. Of course, the mark of the fire God was painted on his skin by the deity Himself and the blond carried his heat within his body. It was just a bit unsettling for an Azenth to dwell within the walls of a city which housed the Goddess who imprisoned his patron deity. "It sounds really nice. So your family are merchants or did they just come into town to get supplies?" Kendall shook his head with a smile. "Sorry, just tell me to be quiet if I am asking too much." Kendall smiled brightly when Aiza mentioned wanted to hear his poetry. "I'll read you one. I'm always open for someone new to hear them. It helps to get all of the kinks out of the poem." Digging through his bag, Kendall started to search for his notebook. "If you finish mixing, I'll try to find a good one to read." He placed the notebook on the table and looked back at Aiza. "I promise I am not skipping out on cooking. One poem and I'll get back to work." Kendall thumbed through the pages of his notebook, looking for one he wanted to share. There were love poems, poems about happiness, sadness, and ever home. His best works were of love though. He could not deny that. Hadrian was wonderful inspiration for poetic endeavors. Stopping on a page a bit into the book, the blond stopped. "Okay, I think I found a good one. Pardon how cheesy it is." "Goodnight sweet lover May no nightmares attack tonight Sleep softly as I lie beside you I’ll make everything alright Don’t let the darkness scare you I’ll keep you safe and sound No one will dare to touch you Not while I’m around If only I could walk the halls Of the corridors of your mind And mingle with the ghosts that haunt you So you can leave them all behind And if something startles you Or troubles you through the night I’ll be here to guide you Until the morning light" The blond blushed slightly at the words. His poetry tended to speak more about him than he could. "I don't really know why I wrote it like I did. I have more nightmares than the one I love. I guess the poem could go either way between us." He was not sure if his words were making any sense. It seemed as though he was becoming more like Hadrian than he thought, drifting off on verbal streams of thought that no one else but him could understand. It was bound to happen between lovers though. When two spent so much time together and of course, were intimate, they were bound to pick up some quirks from one another. "Okay, we've mixed the ingredients, now what?"