Ene Kagerou
Member of the Mekakushi Dan
(I apologize for the longness) @Sol
The tree was hundreds of years old. Madison was almost as old as it. She wasn't exactly sure how old she was, but she knew she was about the same age as the tree. After all, she first saw the old man when he wasn't even an old man, and now he was gone. He had been gone for three years. Since the first time she met Alexander. She missed him slightly, but as the tree grew, the memories of the old man slowly faded from her mind. People had always entered her life easily, and exited just as easy. From time to time, it saddened her, and she wondered how long Alexander will stay.
Madison opened her eyes and saw nothing but black. She freaked out slightly, and rolled onto her back, sitting up with a quick, sudden movement, now squinting in the morning light. It wasn't till Mica hissed that she realized her cat was the only thing causing the blackness, and she immediately apologized for it.
"Ya' idiot! Can't ch'ya ever wake up in a more calm way? In a way that doesn't involve slammin' yer hand on my tail?" Mica hissed.
"Sorry, Mica. I didn't mean to; I just didn't know why the room was dark, and it startled me a bit," Madison attempted to explain.
"You were startled? How d'ya think I felt? Gettin' woken up with painful measures like the way you use."
Madison bowed her head, her expression saddening slightly. Mica sighed, and jumped off of the bed from her pillow.
"Why do I even bother? I should just leave you to sleep on yer own, and sleep on a shelf somewhere or something," Mica complained.
"No! Please," exclaimed the Madison as she rushed out of the covers and picked the cat up, squeezing her tightly, "Don't leave me in the dark alone! What if I have to get up and I get lost?"
"Okay! Okay!" the cat choked, doing whatever she had to in order to escape the girls grasp.
Madison let her go and Mica flew to the other side of the room for cover. After that was over, Maddie decided to get dressed. She changed into her favorite outfit. A collared, button-down shirt with a black jumper over it. She tied the waist ribbon in the back, and tied a matching ribbon in her hair. The old man had given her the outfit, and many others. She pulled her socks up to her knees and put a pair of leather flats on her feet, before leaving the room with Mica by her feet.
As she made her way down the hall, her eyes scanned the walls that seemed to be made of books. She climbed down the stairs and entered the library's kitchen. She brushed her fingers along the cookbooks, and selected one of her favorites. It was from classical France, full of sweet recipes, mostly deserts, and a few breakfast recipes. She scanned the pages, for a picture of a strawberry crepe that she liked the looks of.
"I want this for breakfast," She said to the cat, brushing a strand of pink hair out of her eyes, "Can you possibly translate the ingredients for me, Mica?"
"Yeah sure, but couldn't ya just get one to appear without having to cook anything? Yer cooking skills aren't the best I've seen," She responded.
"I want to make it anyways! My cooking skills are perfectly fine."
Each ingredient she read appeared on the counter, and Maddie got a mixing bowl and a spoon, beginning to make three servings of crepes, to start the day off with something sweet.
It didn't take long to make them, but the kitchen was slightly messy, so Madison moved the plates to a table, and cleaned up the kitchen while waiting for Alexander's arrival.
The tree was hundreds of years old. Madison was almost as old as it. She wasn't exactly sure how old she was, but she knew she was about the same age as the tree. After all, she first saw the old man when he wasn't even an old man, and now he was gone. He had been gone for three years. Since the first time she met Alexander. She missed him slightly, but as the tree grew, the memories of the old man slowly faded from her mind. People had always entered her life easily, and exited just as easy. From time to time, it saddened her, and she wondered how long Alexander will stay.
Madison opened her eyes and saw nothing but black. She freaked out slightly, and rolled onto her back, sitting up with a quick, sudden movement, now squinting in the morning light. It wasn't till Mica hissed that she realized her cat was the only thing causing the blackness, and she immediately apologized for it.
"Ya' idiot! Can't ch'ya ever wake up in a more calm way? In a way that doesn't involve slammin' yer hand on my tail?" Mica hissed.
"Sorry, Mica. I didn't mean to; I just didn't know why the room was dark, and it startled me a bit," Madison attempted to explain.
"You were startled? How d'ya think I felt? Gettin' woken up with painful measures like the way you use."
Madison bowed her head, her expression saddening slightly. Mica sighed, and jumped off of the bed from her pillow.
"Why do I even bother? I should just leave you to sleep on yer own, and sleep on a shelf somewhere or something," Mica complained.
"No! Please," exclaimed the Madison as she rushed out of the covers and picked the cat up, squeezing her tightly, "Don't leave me in the dark alone! What if I have to get up and I get lost?"
"Okay! Okay!" the cat choked, doing whatever she had to in order to escape the girls grasp.
Madison let her go and Mica flew to the other side of the room for cover. After that was over, Maddie decided to get dressed. She changed into her favorite outfit. A collared, button-down shirt with a black jumper over it. She tied the waist ribbon in the back, and tied a matching ribbon in her hair. The old man had given her the outfit, and many others. She pulled her socks up to her knees and put a pair of leather flats on her feet, before leaving the room with Mica by her feet.
As she made her way down the hall, her eyes scanned the walls that seemed to be made of books. She climbed down the stairs and entered the library's kitchen. She brushed her fingers along the cookbooks, and selected one of her favorites. It was from classical France, full of sweet recipes, mostly deserts, and a few breakfast recipes. She scanned the pages, for a picture of a strawberry crepe that she liked the looks of.
"I want this for breakfast," She said to the cat, brushing a strand of pink hair out of her eyes, "Can you possibly translate the ingredients for me, Mica?"
"Yeah sure, but couldn't ya just get one to appear without having to cook anything? Yer cooking skills aren't the best I've seen," She responded.
"I want to make it anyways! My cooking skills are perfectly fine."
Each ingredient she read appeared on the counter, and Maddie got a mixing bowl and a spoon, beginning to make three servings of crepes, to start the day off with something sweet.
It didn't take long to make them, but the kitchen was slightly messy, so Madison moved the plates to a table, and cleaned up the kitchen while waiting for Alexander's arrival.