Mille

A human woman who, despite her age of 83, retained a regal air and ethereal beauty about her, perhaps shining so brightly within it showed upon her visage. Her hair was white as snow, and ran down to the middle of her back. Ethereal blue eyes hadn't dulled one bit over the years, and still shined with the same mirth they held in her youth. She was tall at 5'9, walking with the same confidence and grace she had her entire life. She laughed easily, offered kindness quickly, and was one of the most forward, honest people you could meet. Perhaps most wouldn't find her to be special, just another old, feeble lady..right?

Those people would be fools to allow the thought to even touch their mind.


"Ah, Lydia! It's aboot time ye got heah! Oh deah...Ah see ye still be wearin' ye skirts past ye knees. Ye should nae be 'fraid to flash a bit o' ye lovely skin aye?"

Honesty was mentioned, right?

Lydia blushed at her words, choosing not to comment on them. "I'm sorry I'm late Mille..I was working and..." She stopped, interrupted by Mille's hearty laughter.

"Oh lass, ye be fah too nervous for ye own good! Come in, come in!" Mille opened the door to her home even wider and stepped forward, a hand to Lydia's back to usher her on in. "Make yeself comfortable!" She closed the door behind Lydia after she walked in, and headed towards the pot of water boiling she left in the kitchen. "Dinnae just stand theah! Sit sit!" Gesturing wildly to the comfy couch in her living room. It was a small cottage, so the rooms were all packed closely together.

A smile touched her lips as she hurried to the couch Mille had pointed out. Lydia adjusted the satchel on her shoulder before taking a seat. Pale eyes moved to the kitchen as she watched Mille working at the stove, smile spreading across her face. "How have you been Mille?"

"Ah've been well child." Mille opened a cabinet and plucked two mugs from within to set upon the counter. "Business a' the mahketplace 'as been feah." She picked up a box that laid close by and pulled two tea bags from within and proceeded to drop them into the mugs. Boiling water was then collected from the stove and carefully poured into the mugs. "What aboot ye Lydia? How 'ave things been for ye?"

"Things have been alright I guess."

"Alright? Ah see it's nevah a dull moment with ye lass!" More laughter from the elder woman as she watched the tea bags steep. "What aboot ye sewing? How's that coming along?"

"Oh, well that's going good. I've finished a couple more quilts and I think I'll be ready to set up a booth at the Marketplace soon!" Lydia flashed a smile over towards Mille. "There's one spot in particular I have my eye on, but there's always someone else there so I asked around and found out it's a plot of land that belongs to the man living next to it. When I talked to him about using it, he told me I could rent it for twenty silver a day." She frowned then. "That seems a bit pricey to me, but I need a good location."

"Twenty silvah!? Ah know just who ye speak of lass!" Mille's brows furrowed as she spooned some sugar and honey into the mugs of tea. "Ah'll have a little chat with him and see if we cannae get a better price for ye aye?"

"Oh I don't expect you to do anything like-"

"Ah insist!" Tea bags were then removed and dropped into the trash. "I cannae have some greedy man taking advantage of ye just for some coin he dinnae need!" Mille took both mugs carefully by the handle before crossing the threshold of the kitchen into the living room. Mugs were set atop the small table in front of the couch before she took a seat next to Lydia.

"Now, what is it ye wish to be lehrnin' today?"

Cooking

Lydia pounded her fist almost frantically against Mille's front door. She was on a mission here... Thud! Thud! Thud!

"Och! Ah'm comin'. Ah'm comin'!" Hearing Mille's voice, Lydia dropped her arms and hands to her side. As she waited for the door to open, she shifted weight from one foot to the other, acting very much like an impatient child... "Now just what do ye want!?" Lydia flinched back at Mille's exclaimation as the door flew open, her pale eyes wide and staring up into ethereal blues. "..lass? Is everything alright with ye?"

"Mille..." Lydia almost sounded out of breath, as if she ran a great distance to arrive, which only made the elder woman's snowy brows furrow with concern as she listened. "...I need to learn to cook pizza." She nodded, then canted her head to the side. "Can you help me?"

"Pizza?" Mille looked perplexed almost. "Ye ran all the way heah to..." Words trailed off and led into a sigh as she stepped aside, giving Lydia room to enter. "...can Ah ask why such a thing is so.. urgent lass?"

"Oh it's not really urgent Mille." The green haired girl shuffled past Mille and inside rather quickly, spinning on a heel to face her. "I'd just.. I want to be able to cook something. I can't get by on toasted sandwiches my whole life and..." Pale eyes dropped to her feet as they shuffled against the floor. "...I wanna be able to cook something nice for... someone."

Vivid blue eyes twinkled merrily and wickedly as Mille closed the door. "Ah see, ye want to cook something nice to impress ye boyfriend, aye?" She flashed pearly whites at the sight of red creeping across the half elf's cheeks. Yes, she was looking for that specifically. "The same boyfriend ye 'ave nae brought to meet me! Ah'm hurt!" Though her tone suggested she was simply jesting. Attention left Lydia as she started for the kitchen, already opening up cabinets and digging through pots and pans. "Ah think ye're sistah and Ah got along quite well, why nae bring ye're boyfriend to meet me?"

Could it be that if she, Grem, and Mille were in the same room together she'd die? Literally die of embarassment from Mille's stories and her being so... forthcoming with information? Could very well be. Really though, Mille was like.. not quite a mother, something of a grandmother figure then? She was like family, and such an introduction would be a 'big deal'. It made Lydia nervous to think about it. She slipped off her jacket and tossed it to a nearby coat rack and skidded on after Mille, not too close to get in the woman's way of course. "I'll bring him to meet you soon, I promise!" Part of her mentally, had fingers crossed during such a promise though. She laid her hands flat across the counter and watched the elder woman with interest as she pulled out some flour, and some other kind of powdery substance. "I'll talk to him about it, he has a job that keeps him kind of busy sometimes, but I'm sure something can be worked out?"

Mille smirked at that last comment as she worked. Measuring cups were located and set aside. Flour bag was opened, a powdery substance, otherwise known as yeast, was pulled closer, some warm water was ran into a measuring cup, but no, not even all of these things could deter her from her next comment. "Ah 'ope he's nae too busy for ye lass." Mille glanced over her shoulder to Lydia and winked. "Or is it that ye keep him too busy to do much o' anything else?"

First theory proven. It's comments like that which leave Lydia hesitant in introducing the two. Mille would recieve no response from the half elf, as she simply shook her head and lowered her gaze as cheeks and pointed ears flushed with red. A light cackle from the elder woman had her glancing back up though, albeit hesitantly. "Ah kid, Ah kid!" Mille shook her head and gestured for Lydia to come closer. "Come on, Ah'll show ye 'ow to make pizza now..."



Five blushes, twenty three seconds of feet shuffling, two eyerolls, and one sigh later, the half elf had her very first prepared pizza in front of her! Well, aside from being cooked of course, but so far it was perfect! The sauce, the olives, the pepperoni, the cheese, the sausage, the mushrooms, the onions... all on that soft, thick crust... Pointed ears wriggled a touch in excitement as Lydia beamed over her creation thus far. "It looks great! Do we put it in the oven now?"

"Ah dinnae think so lass! I remembah what ye told me, aboot 'ow ye neahly burned a kitchen down!" Mille 'tsk'ed and clicked her tongue a little before she reached down and scooped one of Lydia's small hands into her own. "Just like ye toast sandwiches and 'eat up 'ot chocolate... use ye hands!"

Mille's eyes twinkled deviously yet again as she made a rather crude comment regarding the previous.

Six blushes now, and twenty seven seconds of feet shuffling...