being busy part two

"*blinks with eyes, then notices the empty spot next to him* uh? Isil? *gets dressed and walks downstairs* Isil? my love have you been working all night?" Gonfindle asks when he notices me sitting upon a chair next to the oven. "*yawns* yes and it is a masterpiece...*points at the table* look..." I respond. "*gazes at the large cake, decorated with a miniature castle, a lake with a tiny boat plus some swans, and a small village* my goodness...this is truly some piece of art..." Gonfindle says while walking around the table. "*sighes* your father as well as mine have volunteered to carry the cake to the contest site...they'll be here soon." I speak. "*gives a kiss* better get changed, for these clothes are not clean anymore." I give my lover a kiss before running upstairs to get changed. Meanwhile both our fathers arrive to get the cake out. "better cover it until its time, jealousy might destroy it even before the jury can decide...it has already started." Lancelot says. Both men pick up the cake and then walk outside while I run downstairs again. "my daughter, it is a masterpiece" my father says. I nod and accompagny them to the contestsite. Several cooks and bakers from different towns are gathered for the annual contest. "*looks at all the cakes and pies* gosh what a choice...and such cold weather too *shivers* good luck Isil..." Llyana says. "*embraces her* thanks Llyana" I respond. I walk over to the table where my cake has been stalled, guarded by three persons, Gonfindle, Lancelot and my father. I gaze around and notice another person with a cake in the form of a swan. "*points* look my love, lucky I didn't choose your idea." I whisper.
"*whispers back* guess you're right...*gives a kiss*" Suddenly a horn sounds and the jury begins to walk from table to table. I'm nervous and squeeze Gonfindle's hand when they finally reach my table. "*pulls the cover off the cake* this is my work of art, it is called 'fairytale'" I speak as calm as possible while the jury looks at the cake. With pokerfaces they go back to their own table and begin to caclulate the points.

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> "blinks with eyes, then notices the empty spot next to him uh? Isil? gets dressed and walks downstairs Isil? my love have you been working all night?" Gonfindle asks when he notices me sitting upon a chair next to the oven. "yawns yes and it is a masterpiece...points at the table look..." I respond. "gazes at the large cake, decorated with a miniature castle, a lake with a tiny boat plus some swans, and a small village my goodness...this is truly some piece of art..." Gonfindle says while walking around the table. "sighes your father as well as mine have volunteered to carry the cake to the contest site...they'll be here soon." I speak. "gives a kiss better get changed, for these clothes are not clean anymore." I give my lover a kiss before running upstairs to get changed. Meanwhile both our fathers arrive to get the cake out. "better cover it until its time, jealousy might destroy it even before the jury can decide...it has already started." Lancelot says. Both men pick up the cake and then walk outside while I run downstairs again. "my daughter, it is a masterpiece" my father says. I nod and accompagny them to the contestsite. Several cooks and bakers from different towns are gathered for the annual contest. "looks at all the cakes and pies gosh what a choice...and such cold weather too shivers good luck Isil..." Llyana says. "embraces her thanks Llyana" I respond. I walk over to the table where my cake has been stalled, guarded by three persons, Gonfindle, Lancelot and my father. I gaze around and notice another person with a cake in the form of a swan. "points look my love, lucky I didn't choose your idea." I whisper. > "whispers back guess you're right...gives a kiss" Suddenly a horn sounds and the jury begins to walk from table to table. I'm nervous and squeeze Gonfindle's hand when they finally reach my table. "pulls the cover off the cake this is my work of art, it is called 'fairytale'" I speak as calm as possible while the jury looks at the cake. With pokerfaces they go back to their own table and begin to caclulate the points.
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