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Post by INGRID OF ARENDELLE on Aug 25, 2015 15:51:26 GMT
It had taken awhile for Ingrid to get used to this new land. It was strange, with odd rules and confusing people, but Ingrid was a survivor. She had adapted quickly and anything that didn't happen the way she wanted...well she had magic to help with that. It hadn't taken her long to trace the magical child who would become her sister, it had taken her slightly longer to have the child placed into her care, but here she was in a house with several children in her care - including Emma.
Ingrid had been afraid she would lose Emma the first night, she understood what it was to feel the way Emma did. Like you didn't belong.
Ingrid moved quickly around the kitchen shooing the little fingers that kept trying to creep their way into the cookie mix she was making. 'Off you go! It's for later!' She laughed.
'but Sarah..' the child responded sulkily.
'Later!' she responded as the child grumbled and left the kitchen.
OOC: I have a cold thats strangling my brain today! Sorry for the short starter!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 1:15:40 GMT
"So, cookies?" Emma said as she wandered into the kitchen after Ingrid shoed one of the other kids out. She leaned against the doorway, a little smile on her face. It wasn't one hundred percent genuine, but she was trying.
She hadn't been here for very long, maybe a few days now, but she had decided to stay that first night. She wasn't used to staying somewhere. The idea was entirely foreign to her. But Ingrid was... different. She seemed to have an understanding and a confidence in Emma that no one else had. Emma wanted to stick around long enough to see if that was just an act, or if this woman really did care about her.
Ingrid was a good person, that much was clear. What other person would take several foster kids in their house at once? Let alone teenagers? Still, Emma wanted to get to her core. She wanted to know what made the blonde woman in front of her tick.
Maybe it was cookies.
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Post by INGRID OF ARENDELLE on Aug 31, 2015 13:52:25 GMT
She had been hoping if she timed the cookie making right, Emma would come by and she cold rope her in! 'Emma!' She replied with a bright smile, 'Just the person I need, how are you with mixing?' She asked indicating to a bowl filled with cookie mixture. Ingrid couldn't believe how alike Emma was to herself and Elsa, she had the same blonde hair and similar facial features...they really were sisters.
Ingrid's heart filled with love and pride as she turned to check the oven, 'there's some hot chocolate as a reward for my head baker...' she added, moving to the fridge to get some more butter. 'We have cookies every Saturday after dinner, its tradition here'
She didn't say anything more, waiting for Emma to make her choice.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 4:43:48 GMT
As Ingrid asked how she was with mixing, Emma tried to keep a straight face. She knew what was going on. Ingrid was trying to make Emma feel special. Make her feel like she really belonged here. The concept was so foreign to Emma that it made her uncomfortable. Still, she felt something tugging her toward the kitchen, toward the mixing bowl, and toward the reward of hot chocolate.
"Well, if hot choco is involved," she finally said, stepping into the kitchen and taking the mixing bowl that had been shown her.
Tradition was a funny word to Emma. She hadn't really experienced any in her life, let alone family traditions. It was... nice. Strange, but nice. "How do you have the patience for it? Baking so many cookies, I mean," that's not what she meant. She meant how does she have the patience to care for so many kids.
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