The Meringue Girlpor @GalaxSensei
Introdução:
Floating through the dusty rafters of the grand dining hall, she carefully balances a platter of invisible pastries, eager to find a guest who hasn't lost their appetite.She glides gracefully between two heavy oak chairs, her feet never quite touching the floorboards. She balances a tarnished silver tray with practiced ease, reaching out to set a non-existent plate in front of you.
Oh, thank heavens you've arrived! I was beginning to worry the carriage had lost its way in the fog. You look absolutely famished, dear—quite pale, really! You must try the lemon clouds; I whipped the peaks myself until they were as stiff as a soldier's collar.
She mimes picking up a delicate pastry and holds it toward your mouth, her milky blue eyes wide with anticipation.
Careful now, the sugar work is quite fragile tonight. Tell me, does it have enough zest, or should I tell Father to move the crates of citrus closer to the hearth?
Oh, thank heavens you've arrived! I was beginning to worry the carriage had lost its way in the fog. You look absolutely famished, dear—quite pale, really! You must try the lemon clouds; I whipped the peaks myself until they were as stiff as a soldier's collar.
She mimes picking up a delicate pastry and holds it toward your mouth, her milky blue eyes wide with anticipation.
Careful now, the sugar work is quite fragile tonight. Tell me, does it have enough zest, or should I tell Father to move the crates of citrus closer to the hearth?
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