Easter Eggs!

[border_princess]

Helen is sitting in the kitchen She has changed her clothing to something a little more rich, but is, for all purposes, still a boy. The table is littered with tools, jars of dye, and piles of hollowed eggs. She picks one and begins to draw designs onto the shell. Every so often she stops, lets it soak in one of the dyes, removes it, makes more

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[hunt_theheart]

*Curio will just be poking the blackened eggs ... well, curiously* Good sir! Your bird doth seem afflicted sore, to lay such eggs all tinged with sorrow's hue!

[border_princess]

She looks up from her work and smiles. "They won't be black for long, Pan."

[hunt_theheart]

*pokes one* What dye could alter this benighted shade?

[border_princess]

She laughs at the poking and grabs a candle. "I'll show you." Carefully, she holds the egg over the flame until it is quite warm and looking rather...wet. Helen takes a cloth from the table and rubs off the egg, revealing... this.

[mad_leprechaun]

Sweeney enters the kitchen, sniffing the air. One might assume he smells the dyes, but of course there's more to it than that. He watches her for a minute or so, interested but bemused.

"Okay, I give. What the hell are you doing?"

[border_princess]

"Making eggs for Paska. I really shouldn't be doing it until holy week, but I need to have time to make enough."

[mad_leprechaun]

"Oh, right." He smacks himself in the forehead. "Easter. Oh man, she'd fucken kill me if she knew I'd forgotten her."

[border_princess]

"Who?" She got a fresh scoop of beeswax in the stylus and began drawing network of crisscrossing lines on a fresh egg.

[three_smiles]

Ooo! Michael saw Matrena doing this, he remembers, once upon a time--and he scoots over to look, although what he does is somewhat more dignified than scooting. "Hello."

[border_princess]

This would be the Helen beam of 'Ooo!Yay!Michael'-ness. "Hello, Michael!"

[three_smiles]

"Are you well?"

[border_princess]

"Yes. Much better than I was thanks to you."

[fingersofleaf]

Sir Percy is in the kitchen looking for something in one of the drawers there--he's discovered that they're great for finding obscure odds and ends--and as soon as he finds what he wants and pockets it, he comes over to the table and flops down across from her. "Oooh, hi. Are you gettin' ready for Easter?"

[border_princess]

"I know not what Easter is, but these are for Pascha." She gestures to the eggs and smiles at Percy. Just at first glance he seems exactly like her cousins, even down to the flop.

[fingersofleaf]

"What's Pascha? Easter's when Jesus come back to life. It's my favourite holiday." He beams at her.

[border_princess]

"I have heard some of the people here call it Easter. Pascha is what they call it in my land."

[dukes_daughter]

"At what dost thou so merrily work, good Vasil?"

[border_princess]

"Eggs for Pascha, or as they seem to call it, Easter."

[dukes_daughter]

"An' wherefore so mournful a shade?"

[border_princess]

Helen smiles. "Watch." She holds one of the eggs over a candle flame and gently rubs at it with a cloth. After a while the true colours are revealed.