Post by Kaya on Dec 17, 2013 15:27:46 GMT -8
| 75.13.20 | Early Morning | General Kitchens, the Hearth |
Six days. And also nine days since...
The dark of early morning in the far north, not a speck of light. Not that one could so much see that in the kitchens. From the back, preparing for the morning meal, Libby kept herself at work. There was a thick pot of oats to stir, some bread to check on in the oven. The lists had been overwhelming, the weather had been troublesome as of late. The stores were beginning to look quite small compared to their earlier sizes. Libby hoped the sleds could make it through soon. Of course there were other ways, the kitchen folk had instructed her. They were in no danger of going hungry. But the sled drivers made their livelihood moving goods around, and the Weyr didn't need to make any new tensions unnecessarily.
"Miss Libby," a familiar woman's voice called out. Four days ago Libby had learned her name was Inga. The middle aged woman came rushing around the corner, flour streaks in her hair leaving little white puffs of the ground wheat in the air behind her.
"What is it, Inga?" Libby asked, giving the pot an idle stir.
"Your little flitt. Today's the day. I saw it rattling the lid myself," Inga reported, taking the large spoon from Libby and hurrying her along toward the hearth.
The kitchen folk had been good to teach her about firelizard eggs. Many of them had a flitt themselves, or relatives who had gone about the business of Impressing one. For the past few days Libby had been keeping pieces of dried fish with her, just in case, even if it did smell a bit. Fish wasn't a particularly new smell to her anyway.
She reached the hearth and removed the lid to see a rather cracked shell on top, though there were no holes yet. It appeared she was just in time.
"G'morning," she greeted the flitt. "I got something for ya here," she pulled out the pieces of dried food. She hoped the little one didn't mind too much. It wasn't lunch time yet, and so the fish were still stored away. In an attempt to make one softer she stuck a piece in her mouth without chewing. It was a strange way to taste fish, so early in the morning, and rather salty too. But this firelizard was quite a gift, she'd been made fully aware of that by her coworkers. So even with her other certainties in the icy wind, she had this. She would see it through.
Six days. And also nine days since...
The dark of early morning in the far north, not a speck of light. Not that one could so much see that in the kitchens. From the back, preparing for the morning meal, Libby kept herself at work. There was a thick pot of oats to stir, some bread to check on in the oven. The lists had been overwhelming, the weather had been troublesome as of late. The stores were beginning to look quite small compared to their earlier sizes. Libby hoped the sleds could make it through soon. Of course there were other ways, the kitchen folk had instructed her. They were in no danger of going hungry. But the sled drivers made their livelihood moving goods around, and the Weyr didn't need to make any new tensions unnecessarily.
"Miss Libby," a familiar woman's voice called out. Four days ago Libby had learned her name was Inga. The middle aged woman came rushing around the corner, flour streaks in her hair leaving little white puffs of the ground wheat in the air behind her.
"What is it, Inga?" Libby asked, giving the pot an idle stir.
"Your little flitt. Today's the day. I saw it rattling the lid myself," Inga reported, taking the large spoon from Libby and hurrying her along toward the hearth.
The kitchen folk had been good to teach her about firelizard eggs. Many of them had a flitt themselves, or relatives who had gone about the business of Impressing one. For the past few days Libby had been keeping pieces of dried fish with her, just in case, even if it did smell a bit. Fish wasn't a particularly new smell to her anyway.
She reached the hearth and removed the lid to see a rather cracked shell on top, though there were no holes yet. It appeared she was just in time.
"G'morning," she greeted the flitt. "I got something for ya here," she pulled out the pieces of dried food. She hoped the little one didn't mind too much. It wasn't lunch time yet, and so the fish were still stored away. In an attempt to make one softer she stuck a piece in her mouth without chewing. It was a strange way to taste fish, so early in the morning, and rather salty too. But this firelizard was quite a gift, she'd been made fully aware of that by her coworkers. So even with her other certainties in the icy wind, she had this. She would see it through.
