4th ❄ [video]
[anyone in or around the Monsigny Apartments might smell something nice that isn't cigarette smoke for once. It's the smell of something baking.]
[the Vine seems intrigued by the source, which happens to be Claire in the kitchen, her hair pulled back neatly. The mirror rests on the open windowsill, showing her placing a steaming pie on the table, hands covered by oven mitts. She tugs them off and sits down before it with a long sigh.]
[her expression can't be seen--she hasn't glanced at the window or noticed the mirror. But her voice and posture speak for themselves; she isn't her usual cheerful self.]
Maybe tasting it will help...
Veigue...I hope you and your friends are safe. And Mother and Father...please don't worry about me. I'm as all right as I can be, after all. Everyone I've met here has been kind.
[she makes a movement similar to tucking her hair behind her ear--if she had human ears, that is. As is, the strand just falls down again to hang by her face. She looks bewildered for a moment.]
Oh...that's right.
[she shakes her head, and with that catches sight of the mirror. Her expression struggles between dismay and embarrassment, and she stands hastily]
...--excuse me.
[and with that, she retreats back into the kitchen and out of sight.]
[the Vine seems intrigued by the source, which happens to be Claire in the kitchen, her hair pulled back neatly. The mirror rests on the open windowsill, showing her placing a steaming pie on the table, hands covered by oven mitts. She tugs them off and sits down before it with a long sigh.]
[her expression can't be seen--she hasn't glanced at the window or noticed the mirror. But her voice and posture speak for themselves; she isn't her usual cheerful self.]
Maybe tasting it will help...
Veigue...I hope you and your friends are safe. And Mother and Father...please don't worry about me. I'm as all right as I can be, after all. Everyone I've met here has been kind.
[she makes a movement similar to tucking her hair behind her ear--if she had human ears, that is. As is, the strand just falls down again to hang by her face. She looks bewildered for a moment.]
Oh...that's right.
[she shakes her head, and with that catches sight of the mirror. Her expression struggles between dismay and embarrassment, and she stands hastily]
...--excuse me.
[and with that, she retreats back into the kitchen and out of sight.]