Light Of The Night
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"Yeah, there it is!""Oh, yes. It should be here..."
Her placid fingers delicately sweeped across a simple, vibrant book; quite a contrast to the heavy, dark others that enclosed it.
Blessed, hesitantly lifted her anxious gaze, her dark threads twisted and twirled, it had seemed that words had got in an angry tangle with her tongue,
"D-do y-yo- you think t-his is a-a suitable o-oc-occupation for u-us? I-I mean becoming a- a baker i-i-is your d-dream a-and all, h-how-however, d-do y-y-you t-think you are r-ready?"
In a state of shame and apparent guilt; resorting to pulling at her ebony tresses, she quietly confesses,
"I apologies! They're just really interesting. You should read at least one, Clairvoyance. And it does not matter whether I call you Clairvoyance or get any beauty-sleep... I'm still your awkward friend. There are some things you can not change."
She shrugs.
She raises a delicate eyebrow at Blessed's anxious gaze.
She smiles brightly at her friend's questions not one bit offended, she puts her arm around Blessed.
"Oh my dear friend, Of course I think I'm ready, I've been baking practically all my life, besides it's not like I'm gonna go work in some 5 class fancy pancy restaurant!"
"No problem, it was just a question of concern," she assures.
"Fine, I will, but in return you must help me bake that four tire wedding cake, Penelope Von Mizcar ordered, damn I'm only on the second tire!"
She sighs twirling a chestnut lock around her finger.
"I guess your right, but seriously get some sleep, it's good for you, no sleep means death!"
She grins but it soon fades then it returns.
"C'mon, let's go!"