Lithena had pulled up a chair from the hearth and was now sitting in it backwards, waiting for the noisy trespassers to boil her water. From the looks of them they really were just in it for a snack. No grand get aways, no sacks to hall of illicit goods. It was her stomach more than her head, she told herself. The one messed with the other.
The random concoction of leafy things in the cup was a remedy she had learned from her parents. When you lived in the land of unending farms you picked up a few home remedies. And what's good for the stomach is good for everything else. Lithena didn't hold much responsibility, she'd hold none if she could, it was more being embarrassed, and perhaps being the Weyrwoman's sister, that kept her from wanting to advertise her...mistake of the evening.
"Is it ready yet? Cause if nose heats water I think it's done," she asked, trying her best to not snap or sound as awful as she felt.
Post by darkwanderer on Jun 24, 2012 9:29:58 GMT -8
The water was bubbling by now so Miros lifted it off the stove and brought it over to the counter where the Rider had placed her cup. The herbs smelled exotic; like a remedy that would be taken only in the most dire circumstances. Miros set the pot down and angled the handle towards the Rider. He didn't trust himself to pour it and not spill it all over her. That would not be a mark in their favour. He stood to one side, hands behind his back and spine rigid, "Are we in trouble?" he asked in a quavering voice.
She wondered if she should let the woman pour the water herself. Neither her nor Miros looked very steady with hands so she picked up the pot and poured it into the cup the aroma of the herbs magnifying in intensity. She was slightly curious what it would taste like but not too much. Past home made concoctions had taught her that none ever tasted any good. She put the pot back on the stove and turned around to see what she would say in reply to Miros' question.
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Lithena watched as Svak poured the water. She could of done it herself, surely, but why when you have others who will do it for you? Now I sound like you... Lithena thought at her dragon, who was too concerned to be properly miffed. Though she was relieved the remedy was finally close to being ready, she'd already put too many weird things in her system that day and didn't want to burn her tongue to boot.
So to try and ease the wretched waiting she figured she ought to answer the boy's question.
"Trouble? If head cook had caught you, surely," she started, thinking of the strict and irritable woman. Though, when you had to endlessly cook with not enough thank yous, perhaps that made her so bitter. "If the Headwoman had caught you, and you said sorry very nicely, probably not. But I'm the one who caught you, so... you look innocent enough to me," she waved away at them, and turned to her cup, which was still not cool enough. She frowned, and blew at the top. "Thing is we all gotta use what's here, so late night escapades like this...usually for stealin'. And that's no good and punishable." She paused again to blow over the mug. She was talking too much, but it was her attempt to try and pass the time. Maybe she wouldn't sound too awful to the kids and they would get the point, whatever her point was. "...right, stealin'. If ya missed dinner, tha's'not stealin'. Just don't make a habit of missing dinner. 'S'not good for ya." She took a ginger sip out of the cup. Still hot, but about manageable now. She took another sip. "An'...and I should thank you two for the help," Lithena finished, between sips, "Faranth knows what-,... just, don't ever, ever ingest mixed party foods that don't go together. Shardin' lot of friends they are..."