Logs:Staying inside because....blizzard outside!
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| RL Date: 17 February, 2016 |
| Who: N'rov, Ninwayzan |
| Involves: Fort Area |
| Type: Log |
| Where: Fort Weyr Kitchen |
| When: Day 16, Month 1, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Blizzard |
| Mentions: Dahlia/Mentions, Breirande/Mentions, Caleb/Mentions, Catling/Mentions |
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Fort's Kitchen is a large, well-appointed cavern that is designed for
efficiency. Granite counters, smoothed and polished through turns of use,
are tucked between the banks of stoves and ovens that share a wall with
the Living Cavern's hearth. A swinging door at the end of the hearth area
leads into the Living Cavern for easy set up and service of meals.
Additional workspace is available at half a dozen marble-topped, wooden
islands that line the middle of the Kitchen beneath hanging racks of
copper pots, pans, and other equipment. Each island has drawers that hold
smaller equipment like spoons, whisks, and rolling pins. Supplies are kept
on shelves along the walls with bulkier items available in Stores through
another swinging door at the back of the Kitchen. A row of utility sinks
line the wall beside that door for food prep and dishwashing.
The Kitchen is busy almost all day, the only exception being typically
between midnight and four in the morning when the bread bakers go on duty
to bake the daily bread. With the blizzard raging outside, all the more reason for N'rov to look in on candidates (candidate) instead of the out-of-Weyr business he's frequently been engaged in; if it means the nice warm kitchen, so much the better, though the bronzerider hasn't relinquished his still-new master-made coat and shows no signs of doing so in the future. He even has a scarf wrapped about his neck, but loosely, as he pokes about for signs of Ninwayzan.
It's those working on actual kitchen duties that N'rov's quick glance scans first, but it drops to the stocky teenager soon enough; he spends some time in jocular conversation with the other workers first, but then he's striding over toward Ninwayzan. "Life as usual?" he asks, and grins. "Could be worse." Ninwayzan comes back with a faint smirk playing across his features. "Could be on groundskeeping duties." comparatively he'll take sweeping or anything else when given the choice. "Warmer too." he adds.
"All new, facing the eggs. Haven't the faintest idea how to really prep myself for that." remarks Ninwayzan logically. "Change of fate though well that I'm ready for as much as I can be." in a whatever happens happens way of thinking there. Wandering back around to the very first question he nods. "Settled in though. Making friends with candidates." "Yeah? Which in particular?" N'rov adds while he's at it, "They'll," presumably not the other candidates, "have you out on the sands for a close-up. 'Just stay calm' and all that. Particularly around Taeliyth."
N'rov gives him a dry look, a look that surely means he wouldn't know a thing about what teenagers can contrive, never mind how his mouth starts to curl up at the corners; "Wise," he says after a moment's further thought. 'The key is to not trip anyone else into the eggs, because then her wrath would surely fall." Ninwayzan's expression is briefly horrified at the thought of someone tripping into the eggs. "I wouldn't push even him into the eggs." he clarifies quickly with the exception of now saying who 'he' may be. "I've drawings of the eggs completed now though. Would you like to see?" "Even who?" N'rov promptly asks, and though he has a quick half-amused nod for those drawings, his attention stays on answers. Ninwayzan grins wryly. "'Rand. He's a real bit of work there. Destined for a bro...larger dragon." amending his color choice to something a bit more neutral he is quick to move towards his stowed away satchel. Propping the broom against the wall he leans down to rummage through the bag. N'rov lifts a that-much-wryer brow at the apprentice-now-candidate in return. "Quite the prognosticator," he says. "Hoping for a... blue, yourself?"
"What? No. Never. Of course not." Ninwayzan answers hastily with a shake of his head. "Why would I want anyone that close to me to not be his or her own person?" clearly the lad isn't putting it together with his desire for a non-stubborn dragon. Flipping through a large sketch pad, in which as he flips other partially finished drawings of the barracks and the kitchen can be seen, he ends up on a completed drawing of the sands. Drawn from the view point of the galleries, Taeliyth can be seen crouched in the back with the eggs being center of the drawing. While uncolored yet the swirls and patterns are etched carefully into the drawn eggs. "Because you're tired of being woken up before dawn for an oiling?" N'rov plucks out of the air. "Speaking of one of the more minor... hypotheticals." His tone is, by now, as amused as it is rhetorical as he leans to look at what Nin's showing him. "Look at that. You pay attention, don't you." To eggs. "Because you're tired of being woken up before dawn for an oiling?" N'rov plucks out of the air. "Speaking of one of the more minor... hypotheticals." His tone is, by now, as amused as it is rhetorical as he leans to look at what Nin's showing him; then it's pleased. "Look at that. You pay attention, don't you." To eggs. Ninwayzan considers that momentarily. "She wouldn't be able to oil herself." he points out for dragons waking him at or before dawn. "She'd wake when I woke up though, right?" oh how naive. Clearly this lad's never cared for anything younger than himself for any great length of time. However though he looks pleased at the compliment on his drawing. "I intend to color them in. I thought perhaps I could frame it and give to to Dahlia as a gift." he adds shyly. "Do you think she'll like it?"
Ninwayzan hefts a huge sigh at the advice offered. "Woman certainly are picky." to him perhaps it seems too simple to hand over a drawing unframed. Incomplete somehow. As the rider claps him on the shoulder before starting to head out he offers a quirky grin. "Thanks, sir." with that he resumes his interrupted duties thought not before trying to get a snack or two to fill his empty belly. He's a growing lad after all! |
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