a waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap - Printable Version +- 'Souls IPB Archive (November 2007–October 2012) (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb) +-- Forum: Dead IC (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=110) +--- Forum: Dead Topics (https://soulsrpg.com/ipb/forumdisplay.php?fid=21) +--- Thread: a waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap (/showthread.php?tid=5363) |
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- Honoré Bélanger - 03-18-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... annerx.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 313. For Jassy (: Wind gusts caught in the outstretched branches of nearby sugar maple trees, resembling a waltz between forest and breeze. It was a rather chilly afternoon but Honoré barely felt it; he was kept warm by the chic plaid scarf wrapped snuggly around his neck, as usual. The Sugarwoods had already been deemed his favorite place in Souls. It reminded him so much of the sugarhouses back in Quebec. Not to mention, he had a sweet tooth for anything sugary; maple syrup was such a delicacy. Mmm! Just the thought of it made him lick his chops greedily. If gluttony was one of the seven deadly sins, he was a very sinful man indeed! First step was to drill a two inch hole in one of the trees; an old corkscrew was all he had to complete this task but he still managed to do so in a timely manner. This wasn’t his first time extracting maple sap from a tree; it was sort of a second nature to him. Screwing in the spout was the next step; luckily, Honoré had found a few in one of the cabins nearby. He then used the hook at the end of the spout to suspend his bucket, and voila! All done! Now he had to repeat the process all over again; tapping more trees meant more sap in the end. It was a lot of work but his efforts would pay off in the end, he knew that much. Honoré planned on bringing some of the amber liquid back to Phoenix Valley. It would give him the opportunity to make friends with his new packmates. Not many people knew how to make syrup, sadly enough. Perhaps he could teach some of them how to do so; it could be quite interesting. The Loas thought about it some more as he got to work on tree number two. - Kol Stormbringer - 03-19-2009 [html]
- Honoré Bélanger - 03-24-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... annerx.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> 320. (: Between focusing on the task at hand and thinking about his pack mates, Honoré barely had time to pay attention to his surroundings. He was about to hang a bucket onto the spout he’d just applied to the second red maple when a female voice rang out, distracting him from his work. His initial reaction was to abruptly twist his body in her direction and let a frown settle on his forehead. His fingers clutched the bucket possessively as he gave the girl a cautious look. He watched her for a moment, chestnut-colored eyes shamelessly examining her from head to toe. Who was she? He took the time to inhale deeply, taking in her scent and analyzing it to see if she could’ve been a pack mate of his. Nope. Did she want to steal his sap? He certainly couldn’t let that happen! It was his! Honoré remembered how he’d gotten into a pretty nasty argument with another wolf over maple nectar back when he’d lived in northern Québec; he hadn’t given in then and he wasn’t going to give in now just because the stranger standing before him was a girl. No way! The ebony femme would just have to wait her turn if she wanted some syrup of her own. It hadn’t really occurred to him that she did not pose a threat to his work until she questioned his actions. It was only then that he relaxed a little bit, finishing up with the tree he’d been working on by finally hanging the damned bucket. Turning his attention back to the dark lady, the Québécois finally provided an answer to her inquiry. “Moé?” he asked, pointing to himself. “I’m making du sirop… I mean, syrup. Maple syrup. You know what it is?” he continued, hoping the female would finally catch on. “Good food.” He was rubbing his tummy now, demonstrating just how yummy the amber liquid really was. |