Post by irbre on Jul 18, 2008 13:11:46 GMT -5
This easily has to be the best chore, Russeth, Q'in announced brightly as he sidestepped one of the cooks, receiving a withering look that he didn't seem to notice. The brown dragon only replied with a mild wave of interest, which Q'in took to mean that he didn't particularly care a great deal about what his rider was doing. This suited Q'in fine, of course, for the brownweyrling was more than distracted as a large, red-faced man waddled towards him, waving a flat spoon viciously.
"You, boy, take that pot out there now!" he demanded, gesturing to a large, steaming pot full of something that Q'in didn't particularly care to know about. Q'in snapped to attention immediately, rushing over to his next duty, though he eyed it a bit dubiously. How was he supposed to carry something so large, and well, warm? From the looks of it, it would not doubt be scalding hot, given the amount of steam issuing from the shimmering surface. Q'in leaned over, giving the concoction an experimental sniff before retreating in disgust. Yech. Fish.
Q'in snatched up a nearby length of cloth and doubled it, wrapping it around the edge of the pot and lifting it. It was awkward to carry, a fact which was made all the more complex by the heat of the contents. Still, Q'in somehow managed to waddle out of the Kitchens, partially blind thanks to the steam. All he knew was that he had to set it on a table somewhere out in the hall, somewhere where people would be able to have access to the disgusting slop within.
Q'in's plans almost immediately went array. The fabric slipped, the pot tipped, and the brownweyrling let out a most unmanly squeal as he leapt backwards, barely avoiding the scalding waves of fish broth that immediately washed the ground, his squeals turning into squeaks as some of the liquid managed to find its way onto him. He looked around nervously, eyes wide, searching for something, anything! If the cooks found out, they would no doubt kill him. There was no getting rid of the mess, though, apparently. Biting his lip, Q'in took a few confused steps back, completely oblivious to Russeth's quiet observations.
[Posted this in the incorrect place. I am aware. x/]
"You, boy, take that pot out there now!" he demanded, gesturing to a large, steaming pot full of something that Q'in didn't particularly care to know about. Q'in snapped to attention immediately, rushing over to his next duty, though he eyed it a bit dubiously. How was he supposed to carry something so large, and well, warm? From the looks of it, it would not doubt be scalding hot, given the amount of steam issuing from the shimmering surface. Q'in leaned over, giving the concoction an experimental sniff before retreating in disgust. Yech. Fish.
Q'in snatched up a nearby length of cloth and doubled it, wrapping it around the edge of the pot and lifting it. It was awkward to carry, a fact which was made all the more complex by the heat of the contents. Still, Q'in somehow managed to waddle out of the Kitchens, partially blind thanks to the steam. All he knew was that he had to set it on a table somewhere out in the hall, somewhere where people would be able to have access to the disgusting slop within.
Q'in's plans almost immediately went array. The fabric slipped, the pot tipped, and the brownweyrling let out a most unmanly squeal as he leapt backwards, barely avoiding the scalding waves of fish broth that immediately washed the ground, his squeals turning into squeaks as some of the liquid managed to find its way onto him. He looked around nervously, eyes wide, searching for something, anything! If the cooks found out, they would no doubt kill him. There was no getting rid of the mess, though, apparently. Biting his lip, Q'in took a few confused steps back, completely oblivious to Russeth's quiet observations.
[Posted this in the incorrect place. I am aware. x/]