Nat has been starring at one whole cake on top of a counter inside Dies Irae's mess hall for a few minutes now. The cake was one of his own manual making, born of manual labor, attention to detail, and love. But he couldn't help feel that this won't be enough, that it's not as perfect as Nat wants it to be. And while the cake looks exceptionally stunning with the soft bread layers being hugged together by soft creamy icing that hosted a sprinkle of orange bits, the carrot cake will never be enough let alone perfect for its intended purpose. Nat wanted to smoothen things out with his mentor Sivvy that he had been wanting to spend more time with once he was worthy it. As Co-Ambassador, she was understandably busy but it doesn't help that the time that she was free and was able to demonstrate the growth, there had been numerous... developments that have begun to question himself and was hoping this job with his mentor would help straighten him out.
Sighing at how hopeless the situation is, which was made worse by the glares he'd get as he tried to lift and deliver the cake to Sivvy's. It's no surprise that everyone has ready Sorcerer's Magazine, it's very popular after all and feels as if it's a standard issue to all mages. Even Nat couldn't believe what he had just done as evidenced by his shaky hands made prominent by the thudding of the box containing the cake. But even with that handicap, he was able to arrive just outside Master Sivvy's room. He moved his left hand in the center of the bow and held his right hand out to knock. Yet, he wasn't sure what would await, or if she even wanted to see him, but the letter he had just received merits further investigation.
It was now, or never, Nat mustered what little courage he had and knocked. His entire body feeling cold afterwards. As if the knock stole all warmth of life from him. After he had knocked, he opened the door slowly, the creaking made the entire situation all the more awkward and dreadful. When the door was opened wide enough for him to go through, he tilted his upper body through. "Master Sivvy?" he spoke softly and unsurely. "I brought cake. Uhm. Also, there's this weird letter handed to me in town earlier. It's like an emergency. Uhm. I was hoping you'd take a look at it?" he continued nervously.
WC: 421
Group: 421
@Sivvy
Sighing at how hopeless the situation is, which was made worse by the glares he'd get as he tried to lift and deliver the cake to Sivvy's. It's no surprise that everyone has ready Sorcerer's Magazine, it's very popular after all and feels as if it's a standard issue to all mages. Even Nat couldn't believe what he had just done as evidenced by his shaky hands made prominent by the thudding of the box containing the cake. But even with that handicap, he was able to arrive just outside Master Sivvy's room. He moved his left hand in the center of the bow and held his right hand out to knock. Yet, he wasn't sure what would await, or if she even wanted to see him, but the letter he had just received merits further investigation.
It was now, or never, Nat mustered what little courage he had and knocked. His entire body feeling cold afterwards. As if the knock stole all warmth of life from him. After he had knocked, he opened the door slowly, the creaking made the entire situation all the more awkward and dreadful. When the door was opened wide enough for him to go through, he tilted his upper body through. "Master Sivvy?" he spoke softly and unsurely. "I brought cake. Uhm. Also, there's this weird letter handed to me in town earlier. It's like an emergency. Uhm. I was hoping you'd take a look at it?" he continued nervously.
WC: 421
Group: 421
@Sivvy