6th of Summer, 513
Surrounded by murmuring of guests and the laughter of one jolly chef, Eoin found that a smile was easy to come by. It was as though the Coastal Clam was made for the Avora, who preferred a relaxed and peaceful setting, particularly one so cozy and smelling of the sea. All along the walls were mementos from journeys, most from Chef Erwin's own but a few left behind by appreciative travellers, creating a museum out of the quaint restaurant. Of course, the Avora was not here for leisure, though now he would not mind revisiting the cheerful establishment in the future, but to answer the call for volunteers from the Valintar. Naturally, he drifted toward the culinary tasks and found himself here, under the supervision of one jocular chef.
"Nicely done, Eoin, though you should use a lighter hand." Grabbing a spoon, the Denvali born Inartan tasted the curry, pausing to decipher the flavours before nodding with approval. "Hmm..I just might have to steal you from Chef Davoid." The youthful man winked, eyes crinkling from his pearly smile as he returned the utensil. "Of course, don't tell her that, she's never forgiven me for that one incident with the hammer.." He trailed off, distracted as he walked off to speak to one of the customers before Letsi stepped in to usher the wandering chef back into the kitchens. Before he realized, his lips were already pulled into a soft smile. The owners radiated such a homely and welcoming energy that it noticeably lifted the spirits of every patron that stepped through their doors. And though it may seem insignificant to Erwin, Eoin was even pleasantly surprised by his compliment, for words of that sort were a rare if impossible occurrence from his female mentor. He did not mind Chef Davoid's firm teachings, understanding her severity more than most others for he was the same. Though others were intimidated by her, the Avora rarely felt such a sentiment. She was what he aspired to be ever since he was a Yasi, and so she could do no wrong. One could even say Eoin was a mini Chef Davoid, albeit a great deal more approachable.
Allowing the curry to sit a while longer, Eoin moved to retrieve a few clean plates from the one Dek assigned to wash dishes. Though curry itself was a simple recipe, it wasn't everyday that he got to work with Skygoat meat, which possessed a strong gamey flavour that worked well with the other ingredients of Chef Erwin's choice. The way this man went about preparing and delivering the exotic mutton differed completely from the methods he was taught, reminding the student that he could not limit himself to only the teachings of one. His desire to learn from chefs with different culinary backgrounds was a bit of a faraway dream of his, for Eoin could not envision himself leaving Wind Reach in his lifetime just to search abroad. Perhaps one day he would embark on the dangerous trek, but not a day in the near future.
Returning to his work, the Avora scooped up a few ladlefuls of the curry on to a clean plate before navigating the narrow path toward the customer. With the small restaurant so busy, the three Avora volunteers there, himself included, doubled as servers. Even with help, eventually it came to the point where ingredients were running low. With Eoin temporarily available, the choice was obvious. Armed with a large basket, the Inartan hurried toward the fields.
As soon as he arrived, Eoin went about his search, but having rarely visited the fields before, he was finding it difficult to locate specific ingredients from rows among rows of vegetables. Not wishing to waste any more time, he moved toward the nearest volunteer, intending to request aid.
"Excuse me." Pausing, he continued. "I'm looking for some spinach, turnips and po-" By now, the woman had turned around and stood facing a stunned Inartan. "…tatoes." Eoin closed his lips gently. Though his expression remained calm, the Avora was a bit embarrassed to be caught off guard by the other's appearance. With her pale features and shimmering scales, he was almost certain that this was a Konti he was speaking to. However, with his knowledge coming from the often outdated books of the Enclave, he thought it best to check. Jumping to the heart of the matter, he asked, curiosity faintly tinging his tone. "Are you by any chance, a Konti?"
Surrounded by murmuring of guests and the laughter of one jolly chef, Eoin found that a smile was easy to come by. It was as though the Coastal Clam was made for the Avora, who preferred a relaxed and peaceful setting, particularly one so cozy and smelling of the sea. All along the walls were mementos from journeys, most from Chef Erwin's own but a few left behind by appreciative travellers, creating a museum out of the quaint restaurant. Of course, the Avora was not here for leisure, though now he would not mind revisiting the cheerful establishment in the future, but to answer the call for volunteers from the Valintar. Naturally, he drifted toward the culinary tasks and found himself here, under the supervision of one jocular chef.
"Nicely done, Eoin, though you should use a lighter hand." Grabbing a spoon, the Denvali born Inartan tasted the curry, pausing to decipher the flavours before nodding with approval. "Hmm..I just might have to steal you from Chef Davoid." The youthful man winked, eyes crinkling from his pearly smile as he returned the utensil. "Of course, don't tell her that, she's never forgiven me for that one incident with the hammer.." He trailed off, distracted as he walked off to speak to one of the customers before Letsi stepped in to usher the wandering chef back into the kitchens. Before he realized, his lips were already pulled into a soft smile. The owners radiated such a homely and welcoming energy that it noticeably lifted the spirits of every patron that stepped through their doors. And though it may seem insignificant to Erwin, Eoin was even pleasantly surprised by his compliment, for words of that sort were a rare if impossible occurrence from his female mentor. He did not mind Chef Davoid's firm teachings, understanding her severity more than most others for he was the same. Though others were intimidated by her, the Avora rarely felt such a sentiment. She was what he aspired to be ever since he was a Yasi, and so she could do no wrong. One could even say Eoin was a mini Chef Davoid, albeit a great deal more approachable.
Allowing the curry to sit a while longer, Eoin moved to retrieve a few clean plates from the one Dek assigned to wash dishes. Though curry itself was a simple recipe, it wasn't everyday that he got to work with Skygoat meat, which possessed a strong gamey flavour that worked well with the other ingredients of Chef Erwin's choice. The way this man went about preparing and delivering the exotic mutton differed completely from the methods he was taught, reminding the student that he could not limit himself to only the teachings of one. His desire to learn from chefs with different culinary backgrounds was a bit of a faraway dream of his, for Eoin could not envision himself leaving Wind Reach in his lifetime just to search abroad. Perhaps one day he would embark on the dangerous trek, but not a day in the near future.
Returning to his work, the Avora scooped up a few ladlefuls of the curry on to a clean plate before navigating the narrow path toward the customer. With the small restaurant so busy, the three Avora volunteers there, himself included, doubled as servers. Even with help, eventually it came to the point where ingredients were running low. With Eoin temporarily available, the choice was obvious. Armed with a large basket, the Inartan hurried toward the fields.
As soon as he arrived, Eoin went about his search, but having rarely visited the fields before, he was finding it difficult to locate specific ingredients from rows among rows of vegetables. Not wishing to waste any more time, he moved toward the nearest volunteer, intending to request aid.
"Excuse me." Pausing, he continued. "I'm looking for some spinach, turnips and po-" By now, the woman had turned around and stood facing a stunned Inartan. "…tatoes." Eoin closed his lips gently. Though his expression remained calm, the Avora was a bit embarrassed to be caught off guard by the other's appearance. With her pale features and shimmering scales, he was almost certain that this was a Konti he was speaking to. However, with his knowledge coming from the often outdated books of the Enclave, he thought it best to check. Jumping to the heart of the matter, he asked, curiosity faintly tinging his tone. "Are you by any chance, a Konti?"
