Post by kysseh on May 18, 2009 11:10:04 GMT -5
Chop. Chop. Chop.
"Oooh, that one made a squishing sound," Fiona commented, leaning in a little closer to examine the endless piles of vegetables that her unfortunate cooking partner was working on chopping. Why the pair had been set to the pile of vegetables was uncertain. Fiona privately thought they all could be annoyed at her for her uninhibited tendencies when it came to intimacy. She did, she acknowledged, have a tendency to end up in bed with nearly any dragonrider who seemed to need it, with no consequences to show for it. Her inability to have children was a blessing, in this case, and she was most grateful for it. Kids were cute, but they required a great deal more focus than Fiona could manage. The greenrider couldn't even handle a knife, for Faranth's sake.
Or... she could, but her work ended up being slow enough that they always found a replacement for her.
That was probably why she was assigned to wash the unending amounts of vegetables and pass them to The Brownrider With the Knife... better known as K'von but also known as Untouchable. He was off-limits to her, the brownrider. He had a lover, and she had been wounded in the siege. That would probably explain why the man looked like he hadn't slept in a good month or five or six. Was he going gray at the temples? Such a shame, for one barely older than Fiona herself! "I don't think the squishy one is good," she added, speaking, of course, of the off-looking vegetable that had just emerged in squashed bits from under K'von's knife. "They aren't supposed to squish like that."
"I know." K'von's response was tired but not terse. It was rather hard to be angry with someone as obliviously cheery as Fiona, and it took much more energy than he was willing to expend, for the moment. After nudging the 'squishy one' aside and cleaning his knife, he snagged another vegetable off the washed pile and began the ever-so-tedious task of chopping it to bits. This was one of the most boring kitchen chores he could think of, but it was gratifyingly mindless and easy. Besides, after chopping the veritable mountain placed before himself and Fiona that morning, he would have enough time to check on Kalierre before taking Dohulth out for a hunt. Yes, that was a good plan, and he allowed a ghost of a smile to flit across his face at the thought.
Of course, Fiona's heavy sigh as yet another armload of vegetables was added to the unwashed pile did not give him hope of finishing the task in a reasonable amount of time. "We'll be here all day," the greenrider said sadly as her wet fingers worked hard at scrubbing the dirt off yet another tuber. There went her hope of getting time to properly oil Raiyth today. She glanced at the extra knife stashed to the right of K'von's elbow, on the counter. If only she could persuade him to let her help...
"Oooh, that one made a squishing sound," Fiona commented, leaning in a little closer to examine the endless piles of vegetables that her unfortunate cooking partner was working on chopping. Why the pair had been set to the pile of vegetables was uncertain. Fiona privately thought they all could be annoyed at her for her uninhibited tendencies when it came to intimacy. She did, she acknowledged, have a tendency to end up in bed with nearly any dragonrider who seemed to need it, with no consequences to show for it. Her inability to have children was a blessing, in this case, and she was most grateful for it. Kids were cute, but they required a great deal more focus than Fiona could manage. The greenrider couldn't even handle a knife, for Faranth's sake.
Or... she could, but her work ended up being slow enough that they always found a replacement for her.
That was probably why she was assigned to wash the unending amounts of vegetables and pass them to The Brownrider With the Knife... better known as K'von but also known as Untouchable. He was off-limits to her, the brownrider. He had a lover, and she had been wounded in the siege. That would probably explain why the man looked like he hadn't slept in a good month or five or six. Was he going gray at the temples? Such a shame, for one barely older than Fiona herself! "I don't think the squishy one is good," she added, speaking, of course, of the off-looking vegetable that had just emerged in squashed bits from under K'von's knife. "They aren't supposed to squish like that."
"I know." K'von's response was tired but not terse. It was rather hard to be angry with someone as obliviously cheery as Fiona, and it took much more energy than he was willing to expend, for the moment. After nudging the 'squishy one' aside and cleaning his knife, he snagged another vegetable off the washed pile and began the ever-so-tedious task of chopping it to bits. This was one of the most boring kitchen chores he could think of, but it was gratifyingly mindless and easy. Besides, after chopping the veritable mountain placed before himself and Fiona that morning, he would have enough time to check on Kalierre before taking Dohulth out for a hunt. Yes, that was a good plan, and he allowed a ghost of a smile to flit across his face at the thought.
Of course, Fiona's heavy sigh as yet another armload of vegetables was added to the unwashed pile did not give him hope of finishing the task in a reasonable amount of time. "We'll be here all day," the greenrider said sadly as her wet fingers worked hard at scrubbing the dirt off yet another tuber. There went her hope of getting time to properly oil Raiyth today. She glanced at the extra knife stashed to the right of K'von's elbow, on the counter. If only she could persuade him to let her help...
