In true Thorne fashion the celebrations of the first Maritime fair are downright extravagant. Kell refrains from openly commenting on how a minuscule fraction of all this stupid money could have been used to fund operation of Rhy's clinic in Nott for months. Not only because it could be overheard by just the wrong people, given loyalist attitude common across Borrel, but because he knows how power works.
When it comes to extravagant, Borrel is the place to come. Kell got them seated at small table on a good spot to watch the floats. It came for a price of ordering a dessert, quite overpriced in his initial opinion, but then they got served two plates of actual confectionery art.
His is a selection of fruit slices arranged in shape of a flower, with some kind of soft cake and cream composition, decorated on top by a sculpture of Borrel's pride, a warship under full sails. All blue and green and translucent, it looks as if it was carved in seaglass. Kell has been assured by the man serving it that each part of their desserts is fully edible.
Sabine's plate has same flower shaped fruit, with a sprinkle of smaller flowers arranged meticulously around it, a cake like his, just in different color, and a sculpture of a jellyfish jumping out of the water. Both water and the jellyfish are done in the same translucent material as the ship on Kell's plate.
"Now I feel bad for wanting to eat this."
He's no stranger to elaborate dishes. State dinners in Arnes were no less extravagant. That's just politics. What changed is his perspective. He never had to think about people behind those event, and what did not get funded because of them. Year and a half of not being royalty has opened his eyes to many things. He knew not everyone prospered back home, but he never had some much of a first-hand experience of what it exactly means like he does now whenever he goes to Nott.
Borrel festival :)
When it comes to extravagant, Borrel is the place to come. Kell got them seated at small table on a good spot to watch the floats. It came for a price of ordering a dessert, quite overpriced in his initial opinion, but then they got served two plates of actual confectionery art.
His is a selection of fruit slices arranged in shape of a flower, with some kind of soft cake and cream composition, decorated on top by a sculpture of Borrel's pride, a warship under full sails. All blue and green and translucent, it looks as if it was carved in seaglass. Kell has been assured by the man serving it that each part of their desserts is fully edible.
Sabine's plate has same flower shaped fruit, with a sprinkle of smaller flowers arranged meticulously around it, a cake like his, just in different color, and a sculpture of a jellyfish jumping out of the water. Both water and the jellyfish are done in the same translucent material as the ship on Kell's plate.
"Now I feel bad for wanting to eat this."
He's no stranger to elaborate dishes. State dinners in Arnes were no less extravagant. That's just politics. What changed is his perspective. He never had to think about people behind those event, and what did not get funded because of them. Year and a half of not being royalty has opened his eyes to many things. He knew not everyone prospered back home, but he never had some much of a first-hand experience of what it exactly means like he does now whenever he goes to Nott.