A new friend
Who: Akos, Essdara
Where: LC, HRW
When:
Comment: Meeting the new guy
In the pre-midnight weyr, silence and dimness reign. The glows are banked, the fires low, and the population sparse. Near one of the hearths sits a young woman, Essdara, who is reading over a list of recipes with a look of concentration.
A slender figure wrapped rather concealingly in a purple scarf makes its way into the living caverns. Moving towards the meal tables, this scarf being unwound absently to reveal a strikingly pallid visage. Stealing a couple meatrolls, fingers deft and rapid, Akos smiles faintly to himself before he wanders to find somewhere to sit down. Noting Essdara, as there are few people about to distract him, he cants his head curiously, but doesn't interrupt her.
Essdara seems to be doing calculations of ingredients, marking off what is needed andin qhat quantity on a small note sheet. She wears a frown of intense concentration, even going so far as to chew on her tongue a little bit while she works.
Akos doesn't do much else, either, just sitting down quietly and eating his rolls. He peeks over at Essdara with the same sense of congenial curiosity, still refraining from being an interruption for the sake of the notations.
Essdara pauses, and looks over at the weaver staring at her, with a slight smile. "Is there something I can help you with, sir? Because it's a bit disconcerting to be stared at."
Akos starts in surprise at that, a blush burning rather hotly in his face before he laughs quietly, "Ah, sorry. I was just curious what you were doing." He has a mild Boll accent, nothing too heavy, voice low, soft, and a bit rasped.
Essdara smiles a bit. "Menu planning. I get to run the kitchens for a shift next week, and I want to be ready for it. Make sure we have everything I need, and all the recipes are worked out, and there's enough food for everyone and what not, that's all."
Akos blinks curiously over that, drawing his feet up into the seat to keep them warmer before he asks, "Can I ask what you've got on there already...?" He eyes the meatrolls in his hands, only to grin mildly and push white hair from his eyes.
Essdara shrugs, smiling. "Most of it's the normal staples. Meatrolls, wherry, herdbeast, tubers... Trying a few other recipes because I think they will work out well. A syrup-glazed wherry recipe, couple other things. You have an interest in cooking/"
Akos considers before he nods his head slightly, shrugging his shoulders and sparing a mild grin, "More like an interest in eating, really. Syrup-glazed wherry sounds like it would be good, though."
Essdara nods. "It's a golden syrup, not the heavy stuff people use in porridge and whatnot, it's very good. I made it for turn's end, if you recall, and people seemed to like it."
Akos shakes his head slightly, blushing once more as he admits, "I don't remember, admittedly, but I can't be sure if I was really around much for it. I was in the middle of finishing a tapestry..."
Essdara chuckles. "Oh, you are a weaver, then? Well, if you remember to eat on the day I am cooking, you should get your chance." She gathers up her recipe hides. "But, if you will excuse me, I have to be up in a few hours so I had best go and get some sleep."
Akos nods his head to the affirmative, nibbling on a piece of the meatroll before he shifts to get something to drink. He pauses, however, when Essdara mentions leaving, offering her a kind smile, "Have a nice rest."
Essdara smiles and waves to the weaver, and scoots off into the lower caverns.
Where: LC, HRW
When:
Comment: Meeting the new guy
In the pre-midnight weyr, silence and dimness reign. The glows are banked, the fires low, and the population sparse. Near one of the hearths sits a young woman, Essdara, who is reading over a list of recipes with a look of concentration.
A slender figure wrapped rather concealingly in a purple scarf makes its way into the living caverns. Moving towards the meal tables, this scarf being unwound absently to reveal a strikingly pallid visage. Stealing a couple meatrolls, fingers deft and rapid, Akos smiles faintly to himself before he wanders to find somewhere to sit down. Noting Essdara, as there are few people about to distract him, he cants his head curiously, but doesn't interrupt her.
Essdara seems to be doing calculations of ingredients, marking off what is needed andin qhat quantity on a small note sheet. She wears a frown of intense concentration, even going so far as to chew on her tongue a little bit while she works.
Akos doesn't do much else, either, just sitting down quietly and eating his rolls. He peeks over at Essdara with the same sense of congenial curiosity, still refraining from being an interruption for the sake of the notations.
Essdara pauses, and looks over at the weaver staring at her, with a slight smile. "Is there something I can help you with, sir? Because it's a bit disconcerting to be stared at."
Akos starts in surprise at that, a blush burning rather hotly in his face before he laughs quietly, "Ah, sorry. I was just curious what you were doing." He has a mild Boll accent, nothing too heavy, voice low, soft, and a bit rasped.
Essdara smiles a bit. "Menu planning. I get to run the kitchens for a shift next week, and I want to be ready for it. Make sure we have everything I need, and all the recipes are worked out, and there's enough food for everyone and what not, that's all."
Akos blinks curiously over that, drawing his feet up into the seat to keep them warmer before he asks, "Can I ask what you've got on there already...?" He eyes the meatrolls in his hands, only to grin mildly and push white hair from his eyes.
Essdara shrugs, smiling. "Most of it's the normal staples. Meatrolls, wherry, herdbeast, tubers... Trying a few other recipes because I think they will work out well. A syrup-glazed wherry recipe, couple other things. You have an interest in cooking/"
Akos considers before he nods his head slightly, shrugging his shoulders and sparing a mild grin, "More like an interest in eating, really. Syrup-glazed wherry sounds like it would be good, though."
Essdara nods. "It's a golden syrup, not the heavy stuff people use in porridge and whatnot, it's very good. I made it for turn's end, if you recall, and people seemed to like it."
Akos shakes his head slightly, blushing once more as he admits, "I don't remember, admittedly, but I can't be sure if I was really around much for it. I was in the middle of finishing a tapestry..."
Essdara chuckles. "Oh, you are a weaver, then? Well, if you remember to eat on the day I am cooking, you should get your chance." She gathers up her recipe hides. "But, if you will excuse me, I have to be up in a few hours so I had best go and get some sleep."
Akos nods his head to the affirmative, nibbling on a piece of the meatroll before he shifts to get something to drink. He pauses, however, when Essdara mentions leaving, offering her a kind smile, "Have a nice rest."
Essdara smiles and waves to the weaver, and scoots off into the lower caverns.