Maker
Location - Harbor - Family House - Basement
Phase - Night
Time - 22:25
Day - January 12
"I wish we had some sweets to go with the tea..."
“Unfortunately, my talents in bakery are limited at best, Master. I was never much for cooking, I’m afraid.” The Servant’s amused eyes crossed with those her master. “I felt far more at home with a needle, than I ever did with a spatula or a spoon.”
By the time those word had reached Anna, Maker had already walked over to the whistling teapot, took it off the heater and was now reaching towards the tea box a bit further along the counter. The white Servants actions on the kitchen carried with it a certain sense of practised ease. It seemed that while she thought relatively little of her own talent in the area, she was, at the very least somewhat knowledgeable on the matter.
Setting the tea leaves in a smaller, ceramic teapot, she poured the hot water onto the leaves, before setting the entire teapot aside to brew. For her, this age was truly miraculous, far more so than the days of her life. Some might disagree, of course. Magecraft was still far more stronger in her day and the supernatural more tangible, but… for her none of that could compare. The slight smell of brewing black tea in the air, the way the street-lights outside illuminated the pavement with a soft glow, the heater that did not need an open fire to cook things. All of these things were truly a testament to the ingenuity of mankind, far more so then any grand ritual or wondrous supernatural miracle.
And perhaps that was the true failing of magecraft. A miracle for just a few. Something that could not be used by many, lest it lose its power, but neither could be allowed to fade into obscurity, lest it be forgotten.
It was obvious that such a fragile and limited thing could never stand up to the onslaught of science which touched and changed the lives of every person on this planet.
Her eyes glanced at the large, cross adorned, clock on the wall.
Four minutes. Perfect.
Taking the teapot and two nearby teacups into her hands, Maker headed back from the kitchen and into the living room, before placing the ceramic teapot on the teatable in front of the couch.
“Master, the tea is re….”
Maker’s voice faded into silence as she her eyes saw the sleeping form of her Master. It seems that she had taken tad too long with the tea. Though it was probably for the best that the young blue haired girl got some rest. There would be many trials to come and it was better to face them with a clear mind and a sound body. They would have plenty of time to talk in the morning, should it be required.
Clasping the teapot she had just taken seconds earlier, Maker poured herself a cup of tea, before distancing herself from her sleeping Master and entering what seemed, judging from the rather dusty writing table and shelves filled to the brim with thick tomes, to be a rather unused study. Well, that much was to be expected. Maker could already tell that her master was not the scholarly-type. Well, this was more convenient honestly.
She didn’t want to wake her Master, after all.
A golden glow of pulsing brilliant light erupted around Maker’s extended right hand, while she casually took a sip of tea with her left.
“Well then. No time to dally. After all, the devil makes work for idle hands.”
Day One END-----