Fri Jul 10, 2015 8:25 pm by Merisa
She waited, arms outstretched grasping the handle of the teapot. She changed into her victory clothes, leaving the tattered rags for the reuniting in the Greenhouse. Miss. Danae was pleased with Sir Ian and Lady Christine for taking the challenge, grasping firmly on their beliefs as they find their righteous path. She stood before the circular table. Her hands continuing to mingle along the porcelain cups. The hot liquid splashing along the cups as she waited. She waited. She waited.
Margo did not give a time for the union only giving them direction that they shall meet. Margo was wearing a bright yellow silk gown. The yellow fabric clung to her chest, weaving down to her knees. Along the top of her chest and shoulders was a softer, yellow lace. The trim of the remaining dress was lace hiding her legs until her mid calves. Black flat shoes flicked as she balanced shifting her weight over the table. She knew they would come. The scent of cinnamon and ginger dancing along the room dipping into the hall. She had plans to celebrate the Christening of The Greenhouse. Its birth was earned through the students dedication, it was of them to enjoy and to inhale the morning dew from a true untouched paradise.
Margo laughed as she placed a cinnamon stick in each cup. She picked up a spoon dipping into the water as she tapped the spoon along each cup rim. The hot water blotting the rim as she than coated the edge with sugar for a sweet ending. Margo removed the wicker basket as she tucked it away underneath the table. She filled the center of the table with a new type of flower. Flowers hidden within the Greenhouse. These flowers were eatable, not like the dandelion root. These were sweet not bitter. The luscious flowers full of bright blues and purples. She smiled as she plucked a petal, her mouth opening wide as her tongue rolled out, the petal landing onto her taste buds. Her pale eyes looked up towards the door.
All are welcome, all are adored as long as her guests of honor attend. This was her opportunity to explain to the students the blueprints of this school and how the Greenhouse is not only a place of luxury but a classroom. Margo went to the door as she opened it. Her head turning, as it poked out into the hall. She knew the other classes were starting as well. She would need to get to know her associates, perhaps asking them to join her as well…
She shook her head as she stretched her arm, extending it behind her as she cape drew towards her hand. She quickly put it on as the lace cape danced with her ivory flesh and the morning yellow. Margo moved into the hallway as the scent followed her. She stood as a poised statue in the hall, her angelic grace calling out in search for the Lord and Lady of The Greenhouse Court.
Margo did not give a time for the union only giving them direction that they shall meet. Margo was wearing a bright yellow silk gown. The yellow fabric clung to her chest, weaving down to her knees. Along the top of her chest and shoulders was a softer, yellow lace. The trim of the remaining dress was lace hiding her legs until her mid calves. Black flat shoes flicked as she balanced shifting her weight over the table. She knew they would come. The scent of cinnamon and ginger dancing along the room dipping into the hall. She had plans to celebrate the Christening of The Greenhouse. Its birth was earned through the students dedication, it was of them to enjoy and to inhale the morning dew from a true untouched paradise.
Margo laughed as she placed a cinnamon stick in each cup. She picked up a spoon dipping into the water as she tapped the spoon along each cup rim. The hot water blotting the rim as she than coated the edge with sugar for a sweet ending. Margo removed the wicker basket as she tucked it away underneath the table. She filled the center of the table with a new type of flower. Flowers hidden within the Greenhouse. These flowers were eatable, not like the dandelion root. These were sweet not bitter. The luscious flowers full of bright blues and purples. She smiled as she plucked a petal, her mouth opening wide as her tongue rolled out, the petal landing onto her taste buds. Her pale eyes looked up towards the door.
All are welcome, all are adored as long as her guests of honor attend. This was her opportunity to explain to the students the blueprints of this school and how the Greenhouse is not only a place of luxury but a classroom. Margo went to the door as she opened it. Her head turning, as it poked out into the hall. She knew the other classes were starting as well. She would need to get to know her associates, perhaps asking them to join her as well…
She shook her head as she stretched her arm, extending it behind her as she cape drew towards her hand. She quickly put it on as the lace cape danced with her ivory flesh and the morning yellow. Margo moved into the hallway as the scent followed her. She stood as a poised statue in the hall, her angelic grace calling out in search for the Lord and Lady of The Greenhouse Court.
