Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 0:45:12 GMT -5
Who: Savareniel and his chore-buddies
What:salvaging Cooking Dinner
When: Early Afternoon
Though some damage had been repaired, it was true, there was still much work left to be done, especially given how heavily the kitchen had been targeted. The same was true when it came to being understaffed, given the deaths from the tunnel snakes. Even now, Savareniel could see fear and shadows lingering in the eyes of the people of Cerulean, hear it whispered in the recesses. All of them were tense, sorrowed, waiting for a shoe to drop. Shaking away the memories, the young Smith slipped into the kitchen where he’d been assigned to chores, fingers twitching slightly as he suppressed an urge to reach for his blades as a comfort.
He had added more protection to himself as a result, and had the same edgy feeling as the rest. More, though he’d not told S’ren, he was seriously considering leaving after the hatching, returning to the south. Unfortunately, Sav knew it was both cowardly, and something he wouldn’t do. Given the rumors floating around about who had attacked, he felt that soon, no place would be safe, were something not done. Hence the multitude of weapons on his person, and the rather visible sword that now never left his side. Heading over to a cook, and glancing into the storerooms with a curious question as to how much food had survived.
Then again, it wasn’t really his business. Following the drudge to a table piled with rather large redfins, Savareniel sighed. Fish. Lovely. While he admittedly enjoyed it a great deal (as far as eating it went, that was) he really didn’t enjoy –preparing- it. Still, at least he knew how to use a knife. Taking a place next to the block of knives, Sav spent some time picking out a suitable one and making sure it was sharp, before pulling a fish over by the tail. They must have been caught today, he knew, and wondered if after prepping the large amount, he’d still be able to eat any….
By the time it was two hours til dinner, he’d been switched from beheading fish to carefully slicing the vegetables, then moved to where he was now, overseeing a bubbling pot of stew being made from the odds and ends. The stew, at least, smelled far more appetizing as he added another batch of tubers to it under the orders of a cook, before glancing back with longing towards a table. Surely he’d been here long enough already to take a break… As the cook saw he gaze, he found himself relieved of his tools and told to go wash up, with a gentle shove.
Obediently, the young man cleaned himself and his space, before finding himself with a loaf of bread and a sweet butter to spread on it. Gratefully, he sank into a seat, knowing that as soon as he finished his treat, he’d be back to work. Given that they were shorthanded, he’d been informed he’d have to help serve dinner as well-though he’d also been promised a tasty meal afterwards, given his work already today. As Sav slathered the sweet butter onto his bread, he felt a sudden whoosh of cold air, and Shen burst into view above him, trilling sweetly in the hope of a tidbit. Laughing, he handed her a piece, watching with amusement as she landed and licked all the butter away from the fresh bread. “You silly thing, Shen.”
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When: Early Afternoon
Though some damage had been repaired, it was true, there was still much work left to be done, especially given how heavily the kitchen had been targeted. The same was true when it came to being understaffed, given the deaths from the tunnel snakes. Even now, Savareniel could see fear and shadows lingering in the eyes of the people of Cerulean, hear it whispered in the recesses. All of them were tense, sorrowed, waiting for a shoe to drop. Shaking away the memories, the young Smith slipped into the kitchen where he’d been assigned to chores, fingers twitching slightly as he suppressed an urge to reach for his blades as a comfort.
He had added more protection to himself as a result, and had the same edgy feeling as the rest. More, though he’d not told S’ren, he was seriously considering leaving after the hatching, returning to the south. Unfortunately, Sav knew it was both cowardly, and something he wouldn’t do. Given the rumors floating around about who had attacked, he felt that soon, no place would be safe, were something not done. Hence the multitude of weapons on his person, and the rather visible sword that now never left his side. Heading over to a cook, and glancing into the storerooms with a curious question as to how much food had survived.
Then again, it wasn’t really his business. Following the drudge to a table piled with rather large redfins, Savareniel sighed. Fish. Lovely. While he admittedly enjoyed it a great deal (as far as eating it went, that was) he really didn’t enjoy –preparing- it. Still, at least he knew how to use a knife. Taking a place next to the block of knives, Sav spent some time picking out a suitable one and making sure it was sharp, before pulling a fish over by the tail. They must have been caught today, he knew, and wondered if after prepping the large amount, he’d still be able to eat any….
By the time it was two hours til dinner, he’d been switched from beheading fish to carefully slicing the vegetables, then moved to where he was now, overseeing a bubbling pot of stew being made from the odds and ends. The stew, at least, smelled far more appetizing as he added another batch of tubers to it under the orders of a cook, before glancing back with longing towards a table. Surely he’d been here long enough already to take a break… As the cook saw he gaze, he found himself relieved of his tools and told to go wash up, with a gentle shove.
Obediently, the young man cleaned himself and his space, before finding himself with a loaf of bread and a sweet butter to spread on it. Gratefully, he sank into a seat, knowing that as soon as he finished his treat, he’d be back to work. Given that they were shorthanded, he’d been informed he’d have to help serve dinner as well-though he’d also been promised a tasty meal afterwards, given his work already today. As Sav slathered the sweet butter onto his bread, he felt a sudden whoosh of cold air, and Shen burst into view above him, trilling sweetly in the hope of a tidbit. Laughing, he handed her a piece, watching with amusement as she landed and licked all the butter away from the fresh bread. “You silly thing, Shen.”
