Post by Kaya on Jan 8, 2018 21:23:54 GMT -8
| Kitchens/Canine Kennels | 72.11.16 | morning |
"Libby!" the butcher's booming voice called.
"Yeah?!" she called back out of the oven, having just turned the tray of breads to check on the ones in the back. Almost done. She moved to stir one of many halk pots that was soon to be set out for the main breakfast. There was always at least one out though. Weyrs ran on hot drinks, the north was certainly no exception.
"Take the bones out, would ya?" Libby shouted a reply and lifted the large spoon out of the halk pot and set it on the rest. She moved to take the huge container that the butcher had thrown the bones into. Putting her ship muscles to use, Libby hefted up the box and set out for the kennels. Some of the bones were used in the soup making, but the less desirable ones and a few treats were sent for the kennel supply. The Weyr kept a few canines, ground mobility in this climate was a necessity, even with dragon support. But the treats often came when they had favored guests, and since Hiekle's team was in since the middle of the night a few good bones had been set in for them.
She maneuvered the thick door to keep out the cold. Outside, she rounded the corner that kept the worst of the wind off the door.
"What ho, Hiekle," Libby called, approaching the man and setting the box down near him. "Never apart from your beasts, I see," she commented approvingly.
"Nah, miss. They're the hardest working ones, and if'n I don't tend to 'em, it don't get done. Thank ye for the box. They'll appreciate it." the sled driver said.
"What news from outside?" she asked.
"Oh, same as always."
"I doubt that."
"Libby!" the butcher's booming voice called.
"Yeah?!" she called back out of the oven, having just turned the tray of breads to check on the ones in the back. Almost done. She moved to stir one of many halk pots that was soon to be set out for the main breakfast. There was always at least one out though. Weyrs ran on hot drinks, the north was certainly no exception.
"Take the bones out, would ya?" Libby shouted a reply and lifted the large spoon out of the halk pot and set it on the rest. She moved to take the huge container that the butcher had thrown the bones into. Putting her ship muscles to use, Libby hefted up the box and set out for the kennels. Some of the bones were used in the soup making, but the less desirable ones and a few treats were sent for the kennel supply. The Weyr kept a few canines, ground mobility in this climate was a necessity, even with dragon support. But the treats often came when they had favored guests, and since Hiekle's team was in since the middle of the night a few good bones had been set in for them.
She maneuvered the thick door to keep out the cold. Outside, she rounded the corner that kept the worst of the wind off the door.
"What ho, Hiekle," Libby called, approaching the man and setting the box down near him. "Never apart from your beasts, I see," she commented approvingly.
"Nah, miss. They're the hardest working ones, and if'n I don't tend to 'em, it don't get done. Thank ye for the box. They'll appreciate it." the sled driver said.
"What news from outside?" she asked.
"Oh, same as always."
"I doubt that."
