Post by wombat on Mar 24, 2011 8:39:44 GMT -6
Fiora dusted her hands, smiling with self-satisfaction. She had just finished with her chore of helping with the laundry; it was something she had been somewhat good at back home, though she was no adept at it. Having just finished her task, she headed straight for the kitchens, determined to satiate her voracious stomach once and for all. It was bothersome to have her stomach growling and snarling at her like some maddened canine, and even more so when people stared out of curiosity. She slid her hands down her hair, smoothing out the wild tangles with a quick once over and upped her pace, feeling her mouth water at the thought of warm bread slathered with melting butter. Her favorite meal, she never knew why she liked the simple bread and butter over anything else. Topped off with a warm cup of klah, it was a meal that tipped her lips up into a content smile. Normally, she wouldn’t be this hungry back at home, but now that she was doing more chores than before she had arrived at the Weyr, Fiora flet her hunger grow. She licked her lips, wetting them with a quick sweep of her tongue and peered around, pausing only to get a sense of where she was. The kitchens were at ground level, which made it easier to find, but she didn’t know exactly where. She hmphed to herself, sliding her gaze from left to right before randomly choosing a path to follow. Wherever it was, she was bound to find it sometime.
Several wrong turns later, Fiora finally found the kitchens and slipped in, placing her hands against the small of her back. She took a step away from the entrance and looked about, her eyes going from the left side of the kitchen and slowly scanning to the right. Bigger than any kitchen she had seen, it felt warm and cozy. People bustled about, voices buzzed as they worked. It didn’t take long before the cook came into view. A sliver of dread crossed her mind at what might come next; Fiora hardly complained out loud, but she did protest in her mind a lot. Placing her arms on her sides, she leaned back slightly and tensed as the cook’s gruff voice cut through the air like knife through butter. “Hungry, eh? Here. You can help out while you eat.” Without another word, she dropped a knife and pointed to a bowl of onions. Uncut, the onions caused a slight wince to come out from Fiora. She reluctantly shuffled to the table, sat down and fished out a particularly big onion and let out a low sigh. This had been the bane of her life, helping out in the kitchens. She was a horrible cook and mostly avoided the kitchen when given the chance. Her mother had vainly attempted to make a decent cook out of her eldest daughter and had kept pushing it until she had been searched. Now, here she was peeling onions. With a last wince, she inhaled deeply, placed the onion away from her as far as she could and slowly peeled the skin back, waiting for the pungent scent to hit her. A knife plus her clumsy self combined for a dangerous encounter. A very dangerous one indeed and she made sure the knife was well away from her hands, used only when she had to. The first wave nearly made her gag and the second caused her to sniff as the odor continued to swirl in the air. Thankfully, someone had placed a cup of klah for her and with a huff she dropped the onion and took a quick gulp of the warm liquid.
Several wrong turns later, Fiora finally found the kitchens and slipped in, placing her hands against the small of her back. She took a step away from the entrance and looked about, her eyes going from the left side of the kitchen and slowly scanning to the right. Bigger than any kitchen she had seen, it felt warm and cozy. People bustled about, voices buzzed as they worked. It didn’t take long before the cook came into view. A sliver of dread crossed her mind at what might come next; Fiora hardly complained out loud, but she did protest in her mind a lot. Placing her arms on her sides, she leaned back slightly and tensed as the cook’s gruff voice cut through the air like knife through butter. “Hungry, eh? Here. You can help out while you eat.” Without another word, she dropped a knife and pointed to a bowl of onions. Uncut, the onions caused a slight wince to come out from Fiora. She reluctantly shuffled to the table, sat down and fished out a particularly big onion and let out a low sigh. This had been the bane of her life, helping out in the kitchens. She was a horrible cook and mostly avoided the kitchen when given the chance. Her mother had vainly attempted to make a decent cook out of her eldest daughter and had kept pushing it until she had been searched. Now, here she was peeling onions. With a last wince, she inhaled deeply, placed the onion away from her as far as she could and slowly peeled the skin back, waiting for the pungent scent to hit her. A knife plus her clumsy self combined for a dangerous encounter. A very dangerous one indeed and she made sure the knife was well away from her hands, used only when she had to. The first wave nearly made her gag and the second caused her to sniff as the odor continued to swirl in the air. Thankfully, someone had placed a cup of klah for her and with a huff she dropped the onion and took a quick gulp of the warm liquid.