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Post by adhoc on May 4, 2010 15:47:02 GMT -5
The night cool never quite seemed to leech away the combined heat of the southern continent and dozens of working ovens. Still, to one familiar with the Weyr's kitchens the slight reduction in temperature was always welcome. It was almost like a reward for waking mere hours after the rest of the Weyr had gone to bed.
Alas, it was nearly sunrise now, so Derron had been hard at work for hours and the coming light would soon bring the heat back to its more typical swelter.
His foster father, Joseph, looked over Derron's shoulder into the oven as the teen prepared to pull a batch of rolls from the heat. He grunted approval and went back to supervising one of the younger boys in his quest to knead a mound of dough the size of his torso. Derron flicked the peel easily into the opening, then slid the retrieved bread into a large basket to be carried out for breakfast. He replaced them with the next batch, then moved off toward the storeroom to fetch another brick of yeast.
He moved methodically from task to task with the comfortable ease of familiarity. And yet, there was something more energetic about his movements today. Standing on the sands the previous evening to touch the just-hardened eggs had been like a jolt to his system. He realized that recently there had been few enough things for him really to anticipate. A really good wrestling match, maybe, when he felt the odds were against him, or a feast day. But now he felt so much more aware of the time passing.
He hoisted a bag of sugar onto his shoulders before leaving the storeroom, certain that one of the others would need it later, and needing something to do with his extra pep.
It was a good day.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 6, 2010 15:54:15 GMT -5
Sneaky behavior though it may seem, he was hungry and the best bread was to be had while still in the kitchen. As usual, Caselo was up early even before some of the cooks and kitchen drudges were. Animals had needs and requirements and timelines. Used to early mornings and having no taste for klah, he slid into the kitchens hoping to go unnoticed by the people there.
Moving around the kitchen as if he belonged there, Caselo searched for a loaf just out of the oven. The smell in the kitchen delightfully wafted through the air. A moment later his stomach rumbled in agreement with his nose.
"Anyone know where I can find a loaf of bread..." He spoke in his normal tone of voice and although he did not know it he had absolutely no concept of an inside voice. That said, he wondered if anyone had heard him or if they were incapable of telling him or maybe they wished to keep the freshest loaf to themselves.
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Post by adhoc on May 7, 2010 22:28:59 GMT -5
Derron, returning to the kitchen at full momentum, nearly walloped the smaller man in the back of the head as he swung the bag of sugar down from his shoulders.
"Oh!" he grunted, arching wide at the last second, overbalancing, catching himself on a (thankfully) sturdy table, and slamming the sack onto the ground. Miraculously, the seams held, and only a slight mist of crystals spewed from its opening. He recovered quickly, and grinned down at his recent obstacle.
"Sorry about that," he said lightly, and continued talking even as he moved about with fairly impressive nicety for someone so, well, big. He made his rounds of the ovens, checking the fires, and opening one of the doors.
"Aren't you a candidate too? What brings you here so early? This, eh?" His ropey (trunk-y?) arm thrust into the maw and plucked free a long loaf of brown bread. He tossed it from hand to hand only briefly before digging his fingertips into the center and pulling it in two. He gestured with one of the broken ends toward the interloper, then tossed the steaming mass in his direction lightly. It was only when the bread was midair that his daydream-addled mind recalled that years in the kitchen had left his hands comparably numb to high temperatures. He winced and gave a too-late warning:
"Er. Shards! Sorry again, it's really hot."
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Post by starshine on May 11, 2010 15:32:09 GMT -5
(thought i would jump on in.... if its ok... if its not ignore the post and i'll get around to deleting it ) Kess was not one for such early mornings. She usually was roused by Claralth just after dawn, when the blue wanted to feed. This particular morning however the roles seemed to be reversed. Kess woke early, pre dawn early, her stomach rumbled steadily. She moved about her room silently, getting dressed and combing out her hair. She wanted nothing to do with waking the sleeping dragon early. He was never unpleasant except for being woken up for no important reason. Once she felt she was presentable enough she trudged down to the kitchens. Breakfast wouldn’t be served for a good while but she knew her mother well enough to know Miri had something brewing. Sleep still in her eyes she walked through the entrance to the kitchen looking for the familiar figure of her mother, the sent of bread baking and various fruits hit her like a wave. She held in her breath not wanting to let it go. She checked by the great ovens, and by the pits, nothing. She stopped puzzled for a moment, and pushed the hair back from her eyes. It was getting to be time to get it trimmed. Kess turned to leave, content to settle on a mug of klah to tide her over until breakfast was served when she turned to find two boys of around her age. One of them she knew to be Caselo, a candidate whom had stood for the last Hatching but had not impressed. Claralth assured her that he was destined to be a rider, but that his mate had not yet come to be. She knew that this would be his last hatching. The other boy, a tall broadly built fellow, was someone she had seen a few times in the kitchens but had never actually spoken to him. She watched from the slight distance as the larger boy tossed the piping hot bread to Caselo. This was going to prove to be entertaining.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 11, 2010 15:53:19 GMT -5
The large figure coming toward him had not completely registered before he realized it was carrying and swinging about a large sack. Standing where he was, his feet planted into the ground and Caselo felt he was unable to move. Fall, Fog and fire that was close! "I'm sure you were not expecting to have random people walking about the kitchen. " He returned to the other man kindly.
"Yes, its my last turn as a Candidate." Whether he impressed or not it was his last. Not being the more likely due to previous encounters. "I have early chores at the stables and helping the beastcrafters." He answered and watched as the other boy messed with the ovens and things.
Must have worked in the kitchen for quite a while. "They say the eggs will hatch soon. I hope so. One can only contain the excitement for so long. Makes it difficult to get much sleep at all." Caselo added. Noting that the other youth was taking out a loaf of bread. "Smells wonderful."
Caselo posed to catch the bread and unfortunately as the bread was too hot for him to touch he cried," Scorch it!" The bread had been immediately dropped to the floor though it took him a moment to think about what that meant. No fresh bread for him. "Hmmm. I should've thought about that before trying to catch it."
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Post by adhoc on May 11, 2010 20:07:51 GMT -5
Derron frowned impressively. On his face, simple focus tended to translate into something more similar to menacing, but that was not something he could help.
With a sudden flurry of motion, and simultaneously waving the other half of the loaf about in an effort to cool it, he stooped (or perhaps swept) down to pluck the fallen bread from the flour-laden floor. His eyes never left Caselo as he then shoved the clean (and somewhat less blazing) half into the boy's hands and reached for a sizable, rough-edged knife. Two quick sweeps of the blade and any offensively gritty bits were sliced from it's bottom. He lobbed the slice into a rubbish bin and grinned radiantly at Caselo around a heroic bite of the repaired breakfast.
When his mouth had been suitably cleared of bread, he exclaimed "Ta-da!", and let out a warm, resonant laugh. Then he noticed Kess out of the corner of his eye. "Good morning to you as well! Were you looking for something to eat? I promise I won't singe you."
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