Muglug
Author Code: RU01AC002
Rating: G
Summary: Azkadellia needs to find a hobby.
Warnings: None.
When a blur of fabric swept by, Jeb felt a smile tug at his lips and he was helpless to stop it. Seeing the Princess rushing around the room, frazzled, her hair coming out of the beautiful quaff it had been in earlier in the day was priceless.
Nearly six cycles of the moons had passed since the double eclipse and this was the first time Jeb thought Azkadellia had a purpose, a mission as it were. She had seen healers and counselors galore after the vanquishing of the witch from her mind and she was still as fragile and haunted as she’d been on her very first evening of freedom.
He compared it to a wounded soldier who went through a leg amputation. For days, sometimes even annuals to follow, it still caused him pain, a phantom pain, like the ghost of his leg was never told it was removed. While Azkadellia knew the witch was no longer in her body, she confided in Jeb that there were times she still heard the witch’s commands and felt her magic pulsating as if controlled by the phantom presence.
All the healers and counselors were at a loss for treatment and just recently told Az she needed to find some task, some hobby, to keep her mind occupied. They hoped in time this would suffice.
So, in the beginning she tried reading but the quiet was all consuming and it left her thinking way too much. Then she attempted to garden. It left her very exposed and with the current climate of the people, having her out in the open for extended periods of time was not the best option. Az took the news fairly well, moving a few of the blooms into her quarters to tend to them there.
This was her latest idea. Cooking. And muglug soup was her goal.
After kicking out the kitchen staff Az rushed around the large room gathering ingredients and utensils giving her bodyguard the impression she knew what she was doing. She boiled water, adding veggies, spices, herbs and much more to the pot in no particular order. After letting it simmer for a decent amount of time she poured two bowls, placing one in front of the amused Jeb.
When the bowl of soup was placed in front of him, Jeb eyed it warily. His mother made the best muglug soup, especially when he was ill, out of sorts, or heading into a battle from which he might not return. And this... soup... looked nothing like the comforting meal he was familiar with.
If memory served him correctly the broth was supposed to be light and watery. This, however, was thick and... green!
Looking up from the bowl he kept his face impassive, the trademark of the Cain men, and saw the sheer delight on Azkadellia's face. Her smile was broad, eyes twinkling, and cheeks flushed where they were not covered in flour.
Swallowing thickly he pasted a smile on his face, picked up the spoon and prepared to dig in. No matter how bad this concoction might be he'd pretend it was the best thing he ever tasted, if only to spare her feelings and keep that beautiful smile in place.
With more fervor than he actually felt Jeb shoved the spoon into his mouth. Eyes went wide as the first of the liquid touched his tongue.
It tasted... superb! It was even better than his mother's fabulous recipe.
In rapid succession he lowered his spoon to the bowl to scoop up more of the tasty food and thrust it past his lips, again and again. The giggling from his charge at his reaction was the best sound in the world.
It appeared Az finally found something she could do, and do well, that might serve to help finally free her from the past. And if he was able to be the taste-tester... well, all the better!
Rating: G
Summary: Azkadellia needs to find a hobby.
Warnings: None.
When a blur of fabric swept by, Jeb felt a smile tug at his lips and he was helpless to stop it. Seeing the Princess rushing around the room, frazzled, her hair coming out of the beautiful quaff it had been in earlier in the day was priceless.
Nearly six cycles of the moons had passed since the double eclipse and this was the first time Jeb thought Azkadellia had a purpose, a mission as it were. She had seen healers and counselors galore after the vanquishing of the witch from her mind and she was still as fragile and haunted as she’d been on her very first evening of freedom.
He compared it to a wounded soldier who went through a leg amputation. For days, sometimes even annuals to follow, it still caused him pain, a phantom pain, like the ghost of his leg was never told it was removed. While Azkadellia knew the witch was no longer in her body, she confided in Jeb that there were times she still heard the witch’s commands and felt her magic pulsating as if controlled by the phantom presence.
All the healers and counselors were at a loss for treatment and just recently told Az she needed to find some task, some hobby, to keep her mind occupied. They hoped in time this would suffice.
So, in the beginning she tried reading but the quiet was all consuming and it left her thinking way too much. Then she attempted to garden. It left her very exposed and with the current climate of the people, having her out in the open for extended periods of time was not the best option. Az took the news fairly well, moving a few of the blooms into her quarters to tend to them there.
This was her latest idea. Cooking. And muglug soup was her goal.
After kicking out the kitchen staff Az rushed around the large room gathering ingredients and utensils giving her bodyguard the impression she knew what she was doing. She boiled water, adding veggies, spices, herbs and much more to the pot in no particular order. After letting it simmer for a decent amount of time she poured two bowls, placing one in front of the amused Jeb.
When the bowl of soup was placed in front of him, Jeb eyed it warily. His mother made the best muglug soup, especially when he was ill, out of sorts, or heading into a battle from which he might not return. And this... soup... looked nothing like the comforting meal he was familiar with.
If memory served him correctly the broth was supposed to be light and watery. This, however, was thick and... green!
Looking up from the bowl he kept his face impassive, the trademark of the Cain men, and saw the sheer delight on Azkadellia's face. Her smile was broad, eyes twinkling, and cheeks flushed where they were not covered in flour.
Swallowing thickly he pasted a smile on his face, picked up the spoon and prepared to dig in. No matter how bad this concoction might be he'd pretend it was the best thing he ever tasted, if only to spare her feelings and keep that beautiful smile in place.
With more fervor than he actually felt Jeb shoved the spoon into his mouth. Eyes went wide as the first of the liquid touched his tongue.
It tasted... superb! It was even better than his mother's fabulous recipe.
In rapid succession he lowered his spoon to the bowl to scoop up more of the tasty food and thrust it past his lips, again and again. The giggling from his charge at his reaction was the best sound in the world.
It appeared Az finally found something she could do, and do well, that might serve to help finally free her from the past. And if he was able to be the taste-tester... well, all the better!