Private Benduday Breakfast

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Jutrand //:

The sound of the kitchen echoed through the long halls of the home. The sweet smell of pancakes filtered through the air, tempting anyone around the house. Quinn carefully flipped the next few pancakes and stacked them on the countertop beside her. It had been some time since she had spent at the main house, especially after having moved into the large tower Gerwald had recently purchased.

Quinn lowered the heat on the pan as she started to see smoke collecting on the skillet. She didn't want to burn the flapjacks; it would be embarrassing, especially after priding herself on being the best pancake cook in this house. From what Spencer had said, Empyrean was supposedly the master of pancakes.

Frowning, Quinn remembered Papa hadn't taught her his magical recipe. She figured that's how he won over Mama. The pan calmed down as Quinn started to fill it again with the thin but thick batter. Quinn began to hum softly as she waited for the pancake's surface to bubble. As she watched, the young Echani let herself laugh, remembering Srina's attempt at pancakes one morning after Quinn had suffered an evening of nightmares.

Never before did she see that there was something more burned than ash and dust.