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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 3:08:08 GMT
She listened silently to what Ciar had to say about the woman and a faint smile played at her lips. "She seems very sweet. In a very motherly way," she commented softly. Her own eyes flashed a brief glimpse of pain, but she quickly shoved any thoughts of mothering to the back of her mind when Ciar slid the basket towards her. "Okay," she said a bit uncertain as she carefully lifted one of the sweet breads from the basket. It was definitely sticky, that was for certain. She carefully took a bit, eating with impeccable manners, in spite of the messiness that was the sweet treat. Oh that was good, and it was obvious to tell that she enjoyed the taste of it when she bit into it. Her eyes lit up and her expression softened and turned to one of real pleasure. She swallowed what was in her mouth before commenting. "Oh my. Those are extraordinary," she said with delight. "Caireann is an amazing cook," she commented before she settled in to finish the treat that she had taken from the basket. Once she was done she looked around for something to wipe her fingers with and realized they didn't have anything. Her mother would cringe if she licked her fingers the way a lot of people probably would, and she couldn't seem to bring herself to do it. However, her gaze happened upon a small wash basin in the corner of the room. "Excuse me," she said politely as she got up from the table, being careful not to put her sticky fingers on anything. She strode across the room to the wash basin and carefully washed her fingers in the cool water, using a hand towel that was nearby to pat them dry before she returned to the table. "You must give Caireann my compliments the next time you see her," she insisted as she settled back down at the table.
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Post by Ciar MacAteer on Aug 27, 2014 1:54:57 GMT
"Aye, that she is," she would murmer in agreement. "It is... nice, to have someone like her around. I never met m' own mother," she would admit. "Connall's parents raised me," she would admit again, thinking that it was alright if Sarah knew. She trusted her with the information, and it was pretty much common knowledge in the Eastern Kingdom, more than likely, anyway. It made her feel a little awkward, because she did not know what to call them. They were the closest thing she had had to a mother and father, but it calling them that, or her past guardians, just didn't seem like the right name for their relationship. Lorcan was basically her guardian now, even though she was an basically an old maid at twenty, and it was Lorcan's wish that she remain that way.
Ciar would watch as Sarah ate, and while the princess was focused on being very lady-like, Ciar had to cover her face with a hand to hide her smile and to restrain a giggle. She could tell that Sarah was enjoying it, though being the most dainty eater she had ever seen. Ciar, herself, had no such qualms. Once satisfied that Sarah approved of the sticky sweetness of what Ciar simply referred to as "sweet bread," she would then take one out of the basket with one hand and begin to eat it. "Aye, she is one of THE best cooks ever. I will definitely let her know you think so," she said with a grin in between bites. "Ye must take some back with ye, so ye will remember your visit." Ciar really enjoyed the company of this dainty, yet fierce princess. She would miss her when she was gone. Once she finished her first one, she would lick her fingers clean, while Sarah wasn't watching. How could you not enjoy every single lick? Besides, no one was watching!
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