[Open] Come to the Feast!
Her last conversation with Iggy has given Nellas an idea, finally, about a thank you for the bearskin and for people being her friends - and for getting to know others. Surprised as she is about herself, Nellas has found she enjoys company much more than solitude, although that is good sometimes when she needs to recharge.
So, as it is, a young elf is busy squirrelling here and there for the most of two or three days, disappearing into the forest conspicuously and re-emerging with covered baskets, splashing and digging around in the shallows of the lake, sometimes haunting the kitchen to carry stacks of plates, bowls, mugs and platters outside, pilfer a sack of flour, get a satchel of salt and other spices that make her squirm with guilt because they are rare and precious.
And after a while of eager preparation there are firepits in front of the Mansion, though at a safe distance to the building, and a cooking pit in the earth beside it. There are pheasant, duck, pigeon and coney stuffed with herbs and roasting on a spit until they are crispy; in the hot coals there are acorns (previously soaked to remove the bitterness), chestnuts, beechnuts, walnuts and hazelnuts, and round, flat bread-cakes, a pot of buckwheat stew and wild onions bubbling away; salads of wild herbs decorated with edible flowers stand near bowls of other boiled plants and vegetables, and she keeps pouring water down a hole of the cooking pit visible only as a skin-covered patch of earth, soon removing leaf-wrapped packages of fish, crayfish, steamed fiddleheads, cooked roots, tubers, mushrooms and more. And for dessert there are some old but still sweet apples and pears, blackberries, and rosehips from the past autumn, cut up and mixed with almonds and all of it drizzled with honey - and there are spiced honeycakes. Tisanes, peppermint and others, stand ready to wash everything down - and there is no grass soup anywhere. It's the best the surroundings of the Mansion have to offer this spring, and with the fragrances rising up, Nellas can't help but be pleased.
Dinner is served. And everyone is invited, there is plenty.
Everybody is welcome to tag in and help themselves! Nellas definitely would like to see Iggy and Delilah as thanks for the bearskin, and Maedhros for being an adopted big brotherthing, and typist would like to request a Zhane. >:D
So, as it is, a young elf is busy squirrelling here and there for the most of two or three days, disappearing into the forest conspicuously and re-emerging with covered baskets, splashing and digging around in the shallows of the lake, sometimes haunting the kitchen to carry stacks of plates, bowls, mugs and platters outside, pilfer a sack of flour, get a satchel of salt and other spices that make her squirm with guilt because they are rare and precious.
And after a while of eager preparation there are firepits in front of the Mansion, though at a safe distance to the building, and a cooking pit in the earth beside it. There are pheasant, duck, pigeon and coney stuffed with herbs and roasting on a spit until they are crispy; in the hot coals there are acorns (previously soaked to remove the bitterness), chestnuts, beechnuts, walnuts and hazelnuts, and round, flat bread-cakes, a pot of buckwheat stew and wild onions bubbling away; salads of wild herbs decorated with edible flowers stand near bowls of other boiled plants and vegetables, and she keeps pouring water down a hole of the cooking pit visible only as a skin-covered patch of earth, soon removing leaf-wrapped packages of fish, crayfish, steamed fiddleheads, cooked roots, tubers, mushrooms and more. And for dessert there are some old but still sweet apples and pears, blackberries, and rosehips from the past autumn, cut up and mixed with almonds and all of it drizzled with honey - and there are spiced honeycakes. Tisanes, peppermint and others, stand ready to wash everything down - and there is no grass soup anywhere. It's the best the surroundings of the Mansion have to offer this spring, and with the fragrances rising up, Nellas can't help but be pleased.
Dinner is served. And everyone is invited, there is plenty.
Everybody is welcome to tag in and help themselves! Nellas definitely would like to see Iggy and Delilah as thanks for the bearskin, and Maedhros for being an adopted big brotherthing, and typist would like to request a Zhane. >:D