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Post by nerys on Jul 20, 2010 12:56:48 GMT -5
Nerys was not necessarily a talented young lady, having never studied a craft or specific skill, but one thing she could do was work. Sure, this was not what she was used to, true manual labor. Having grown up the daughter of a Lord Holder, she had done her fair share of work, which normally meant supervising others or coordinating those who did the more menial tasks.
Now, though, all that was behind her. Nerys was working alongside every other able bodied hand to air out, clean out and prepare an eating and dining place.
Many had already scoured the tunnels and removed some of the vermin, not a task Nerys would have wanted. Now, with a container full of water and scraps of materials that were not longer fit to be worn, she scrubbed with all her might on the surfaces that were found in the kitchens.
Standing up after what felt like hours of work already, though it really hadn't been all that long, Nerys looked around. Some were trying to clean out the fireplaces, the cooking stoves. Others were scrubbing down the stone that had been fashioned as counters and tables. All in all, they were very lucky to have even found so much already in place. It was a true miracle.
Dipping her rag into the water and wringing it out, she got back to scrubbing her counter.
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Post by Senyrae on Jul 22, 2010 12:41:13 GMT -5
The days proved to be harder with each passing candlemark. Work was still yet unfinished and there was still dust and other things that needed cleaning and tidying up.
Senyrae sighed as she brought in another bucket of water, scrubbing up the stove that was proving to be quite harder to clean than she anticipated. The dirt and muck that had accumulated over time had hardened, leaving a outer crust that just wouldn't come off. With only water to spare, the weyrbred girl was having a difficult time to wash up the dirt.
But work was work, and if there was one thing that Senyrae had learned, it was to do your part in it. Scrubbing harder, she truly thought her arm was about to fall off from the soreness when she finally got down to the surface of the spot. A small portion, but an achievement that got her smiling and scrubbing harder.
Turning to some of the others, it was apparent that most if not all were not nearly as close enought to her age for her to chat with. If only there was someone to talk to, then maybe this wouldn't be so boring... Sighing, she turned to the task at hand until finally the stove top was clean, with not a spot left unclean.
Satisfied, Senyrae decided to start on some of the counters. Another girl had started on it, so she thought to give some aid. Dipping her rag in the water, she began cleaning another portion of the countertop, and turned to the other female with a smile, "Hey, got stuck cleaning here too? It sure is proving harder than it looks, I can tell you that."
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Jul 22, 2010 23:14:18 GMT -5
After her bit of time outside mesmerized by the bronze and his rider she decided to put her weaving down and go see if she could help in other ways.
She had some decent kitchen skills and went to see what needed to be done there. The main hearth near the door was flaming and some drudges had just put more firestone on the fire. Hot klah and a pot of stew bubbled away but she didn't see any bread in the ovens.
It looked like things were being cleaned and that was good but they needed some fresh bread. The last she'd had was stale from travel and just the thought made her mouth water.
A sprinkling of yeast into warm water with some sugar and salt to start the yeast then scoops of flour went into a large bowl. She mixed in an egg and some sweet butter then the leavening and mixed and mixed and mixed until it was all incorporated. Then she threw the ball of dough onto the table and worked it. She put it back into the big bowl and started anew on the next batch.
"Hey, got stuck cleaning here too? It sure is proving harder than it looks, I can tell you that."
Finally one of the cleaners broke the silence of work and she smiled. It wasn't intended for her but that was ok. "I just couldn't stand stale bread any longer."
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Post by Tauren on Jul 23, 2010 21:54:50 GMT -5
Tauren, along with other Candidates and Riders alike, carried large crates of supplies and food down to the kitchen. Each crate waying several dozen pounds, it was quite the work out. Once the crates were set in the kitchen area, the crates were popped open and the contanents were put in the respected places around the room.
Tauren practically dropped his crate with a huff. He pulled away the wood panels that kept the crate together and discovered the crate was filled with pots and pans. Frowning, Tauren looked around the room at where the possibly belonged. As he looked an older male that Tauren assumed was a Craftfolk caught Tauren's attention and pointed out a counter were two girls were scrubbing the surfaces.
Sighing, Tauren grabbed two pots and walked over to the two girls.
"Excuse me, ladies." he smiled. With one of the pots in his hands, he pointed at the cabinet underneath the countertop. "I need to get in there."
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Post by nerys on Jul 24, 2010 9:37:14 GMT -5
Nerys looked up when she heard someone approaching.
"Hey, got stuck cleaning here too? It sure is proving harder than it looks, I can tell you that."
"Yes," she said with a bit of a smile, "It's not something I'm used to, but I actually feel good knowing I'm helping." But even so, she flexed her arm and felt her muscles twinge a bit with the strenuous work. "It's hard work though."
Nerys was proud that her first counter had been cleaned thoroughly, and now she was working on the second one with Senyrae, when something thumped onto the counter making her jump. She looked up and saw someone was making fresh bread on the counter she'd just cleaned. Part of her wanted to groan, knowing how hard that counter had been to clean and part of her could almost taste what that bread would be like. All thoughts of how challenging the work was were forgotten when she thought of fresh food. It made her want to work harder.
"I just couldn't stand stale bread any longer."
"Fresh bread will be delicious." Nerys said, then looked to both of the other women. "I'm Nerystimon." She added as she continued to scrub.
"I need to get in there."
Nerys looked up, surprised and then looked to where the young man was pointing. Oh, she hadn't even noticed that there were openings beneath the counter before.
"Maybe we can help you," she said to him.
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Post by Senyrae on Jul 24, 2010 14:25:41 GMT -5
Senyrae had intended her words towards the dark haired girl beside her, but was startled when another voice piped up. Surprised, but not unpleased, she looked to the other girl whom was currently having bread in the works. She nodded at her comment. "Too true. Stale bread is very unappetizing, so fresh bread will be nice."
The other responded to her remark and introduced herself as Nerystimon. "Nice to meet you, Nerystimon. I'm Senyrae." That she voiced to both women, happy to have a converstaion going on instead of the dull quietness and sounds of water splashing around and scrubbing. Nerystimon joined alongside her in the cleaning, for which she was grateful. More people meant less time to keep at this, and Senyrae was none too keen on staying her any longer than need be. She wasn't one to shirk off on duties, but some of them could be just plain boring.
At that moment, footsteps approached the trio, and Senyrae turned to see a young man with two pots in his hands and pointing below the countertop. Confused for a moment, she bent her head and found cupboards at her feet. Huh, never noticed those before. "Sure, would you like any help?"
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Jul 25, 2010 8:59:55 GMT -5
By the time she was through the 6th batch of dough the first was risen to the point where she pulled it from the bowl to knead once more. Pushing and punching she worked the dough to make it fine and distribute the air bubbles evenly.
Once she was done, it went back in the bowl again and under it's cover rested in a warm place and she repeated the process humming under her breath.
Smiling and chatting with the other women as they cleaned. The kitchen seemed to be receiving supplies as boxes arrived and were being opened.
The cook came in and looked over her shoulder for a few minutes before puffing off to slap some drudges to work peeling roots for this evenings dinner.
The kitchen was beginning to bustle and she closed her eyes for a moment knowing these were not the same people she'd always worked with. Gone was her foster mother Mora who'd taught the girl how to make bread. "Some day, some day, you mark my words girl, you're going to find this comes in handy"
She chuckled, 'yes Mora' she'd answered then and it came out now under her breath.
Back again to the first bowl she formed the now large ball into 4 round loaves and pushed them one by one into the brick baking oven, followed by four more and four more...
The smell of fresh baking bread began to rise.
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Post by nerys on Jul 30, 2010 23:04:03 GMT -5
Nerys did what she could to help the young man, but he had remained fairly quiet. So, she moved out of his way and let him be about his task.
Grabbing up her rag, she helped finish the counter and was pleased when the surface shined.
Turning to Senyrae, she smiled, "Good strong arms make for good clean counters!"
Then, breathing in, she smelled the freshness of bread dough rising. Nerys closed her eyes and took in another deep breath.
"That smell reminds me of home. I love the smell of bread rising." She looked over to Brekkarial with a smile. "I can't wait to taste that when it is finished. I can't say I'm much of a cook myself, though I'll be happy to sample your fare!"
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Aug 2, 2010 15:13:50 GMT -5
"That smell reminds me of home. I love the smell of bread rising. I can't wait to taste that when it is finished. I can't say I'm much of a cook myself, though I'll be happy to sample your fare!"
Brekka grinned at the other young woman as she moved around to the bucket and pulled a fresh rag to clean the portion of the counter that she had used. She smiled at the others nearby.
"I'm Brekkarial, Brekka for short"
The smell of the baking bread was almost heavenly. "What we need is some fresh butter to go with it. Any body got some already or have they started milking the herd beasts yet?"
She hoped the candidate master would start with classes soon. Doing endless rounds of chores didn't appeal to her as much as learning about dragons. She knew what happened during a flight having been raised in the weyr, but her mother had always made sure she was safely sequestered when her green was flown.
She turned to the girl who had spoken to her. She was also wearing a candidate knot and Brekka thought perhaps they might have something in common.
"So, tell me how you became a candidate?"
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Post by Senyrae on Aug 2, 2010 17:12:52 GMT -5
Senyrae couldn't help to agree with Nerystimon. The smell wafting to her nose from the rising dough made her sigh in frustration, wanting to take a bite of the fresh bread and maybe some milk, but knew they couldn't eat anything until the room was tidied up and ready for use. Ah well.
The blonde introduced herself as Brekkarial, a rather unique name, but Senyrae gathered to talk to her by her nickname, Brekka. Would be easier to remember.
"Some people used to call me Senny back home when I was younger. You can call me that instead of Senyrae if you want, most people do anyway." She grinned, and the mentioning of butter made her stomach growl. "I could use some bread and butter right now. Anything sounds good at the moment."
At Brekkarial's question, she stopped for a moment in her cleaning and replied, "Well, my parents were both dragonriders back at Ista, where our original home was. Because I'm weyrbred, I pretty much was automatically put into Candidacy. Not that I'm complaining! I'm really excited to be here and hopefully Impress soon."
She looked to all her companions and asked, "So, what about you guys? How did you all become Candidates here?"
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Aug 3, 2010 17:18:18 GMT -5
“I smell fresh bread!” said the Weyrleader as he walked into the kitchen. He grinned at the women who were obviously hard at work cleaning and cooking in the kitchen.
Meat turned on a spit in one huge hearth across the kitchen and the warming near the door held a pot of hot Klah and a bubbling pot of stew. He grabbed a mug and poured it half full of the fragrant stimulant. He looked around and spotted many loaves rising ready to be baked as he sipped.
“We’ve got some injured in the infirmary,” he started. “Does someone what to make a few bowls of the stew and put it on a tray with some of that bread? I’d be happy to take it over.”
He watched them scurry around the room.
“I’m R’enh, by the way”
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Post by nerys on Aug 4, 2010 11:47:11 GMT -5
"I'm Nerystimon, Nerys for short," Nerys told Brekka and Senny with a smile. Nerys listened to Senyrae talk of her candidacy.
Nerys' story was far different, she looked almost uncertainly at the other two. "I just received this knot this morning. I'm not even sure I truly understand it yet. I lived at Lemos Hold my whole life and never really interacted with dragons before all this happened."
She paused, gesturing around them. "Then this morning a big blue dragon and his rider stopped me and informed me that I should stand as a candidate. I said okay, only because I didn't know what else to say!" She looked a bit sheepishly at them both, not sure if she'd done the right thing.
Just then the Weyrleader came bustling in and everyone seemed to hop to attention. Nerys did what she could to help, but she was dirty from her cleaning and did not want to touch the fresh food or show off her very dirty state, something her mother would have abhorred.
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Post by Brekka and Panitath on Aug 4, 2010 12:16:03 GMT -5
Brekka smiled at the other girl "Alright, Senny it is!" it was nice to see someone smiling after all the tragedy they'd endured. She still couldn't bear to think about it most of the time. In truth, that was probably most of the reason she had to bake. It was something she could do to make things seem normal.
Since no one seemed to know about the butter, she crossed the room and looked into the cold storage area. Sure enough there was a tub there she brought out into the room. She grinned at the others as she dropped it on the counter.
She was surprised by Senny's story it matched her own so well. "Me too!" She said a bit excitedly. "except I was raised at Igen, how funny is that? I've already stood once though I didn't impress then." she looked down at her hands, all the weyrlings in that clutch were too young to fly away and had perished in the disaster. She couldn't imagine having just found and then lost a lifemate. How would she have escaped? "I guess I was lucky."
Nerys introduced herself and said that she'd just gotten her knot this morning. She smiled. "Nice to meet you. The dragon probably sensed your ability… that is what the searchers do. Of course you should say yes!" she said.
“I smell fresh bread!”
She whipped around at the male voice and her eyes popped open. It was the Weyrleader! She bobbed a little curtsey "My Lord, it's almost ready" Then she crossed to the oven to check the loaves inside.
She pulled the wooden paddle out to pull the rounds out. Golden crusted and fragrant, the round loaves had turned out perfectly.
“We’ve got some injured in the infirmary,” he started. “Does someone want to make a few bowls of the stew and put it on a tray with some of that bread? I’d be happy to take it over.”
She put them on the counter to cool and popped another batch into the oven. After she'd done that she pulled down some bowls though her hands shook a little with the Weyrleader watching her. Filling them with the stew, she added utensils and a dish with some of the butter she scooped out of the tub.
She knew a new pot of Klah had just gone over so she loaded up the tray. "Here you go" she said with another little bob.
She finally pulled together enough courage to look at his face. 'Oh' went through her mind. He was very big but he had kind eyes. She gave him a shy smile. She sighed internally, why were all the dragonriders so good looking?
She handed him the tray and tried to hide her face and the flush she knew was creeping across her cheeks.
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Post by R'enh and Mnoranth on Aug 4, 2010 14:31:18 GMT -5
He watched as the young woman loaded up the tray and handed it to him. He did notice the attractive blush but though the hair was the right color. The face was not Marams.
The keening of dragons for a lost one resounded through the Weyr for the second time and his heart dropped.
"WHO?" he demanded "Ralianth, her's has died." He could hear the anguish in the voice of his Bronze, and immediately R'enh dropped the tray on the counter and ran without further thought toward the Infirmary. One thought was on his mind. He had to get to Maram.
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(OOC: Sorry its so short)
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Post by Senyrae on Aug 5, 2010 20:18:37 GMT -5
She laughed at the acceptance of her nickname. It sure has been a while since she had heard it, since almost everyone back home had died in the disaster, besides her mother and Ceriath.
When Nerystimon described how she came into Candidacy, Senyrae eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, that's really kind of sudden. With everything going on here and there, it's a little surprising to see someone getting Searched with all this craziness going on. But it's nice to hear that. I'm pretty sure you deserved it. Dragons are very keen on those kinds of things."
And then it was Brekka's turn. "Really? Well, it's nice to meet someone here like me." She sighed a little wistfully, "It seems everyone I've met so far is holdbred, no offense to you Nerys. It'll be nice to have someone around like me. Igen, huh? And you've stood once before too? I did as well, but came up short. Who knows? Maybe we'll all Impress when the next Hatching comes around." Better to stay optimistic about it.
Kneeling down, Senyrae reached under to get a spot near the cabinet door when another voice came, an older male this time. The short brunette nearly bumped her head trying to stand up, but managed to avoid it in time to whirl around to see the presence of the Weyrleader. Here! In the kitchen! Glancing around worriedly, for she had never been in this position before, she watched as almost everyone in the vicinity bowed or curtsied. Senyrae lowered herself into her own bow, a little awkward but hopefully good enough to please him.
Going back to her scrubbing, she waited for what was to come when Brekka handed him some bread and soup, along with klah to wash it down. So he had come here for patients in the infirmary. A good, strong leader was what they needed right now.
Another voice filtered through the room, one that Senyrae had never had the hopes to hear of again. But it seemed inevitable with all the casualties they had sustained on the way to Dragon Weyr. It was bound to happen soemtime soon.
Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't... Don't... Oh, shards, she was thinking about it again. Flashes of her father, his feverish face, the horrid coughs and pale complexion... She couldn't hold it. A tiny sob escaped from the girl's lips. One that could most likely be overheard by the girls near her side.
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