Winter 70, 513 AV
To distract the people of Kalinor from all the bad things that had happened recently the Aconite Web that was responsible for the most of the trade the Symenestra did had planned a very special event. After the avalanche, the djed storm and the near assassination of one of the Moth Queens the Symenestra needed to be reminded of the fun things in life, of all the things that made them unique among the races of Mizahar, of their culture.
Laudavyn Aconite and his niece Sonara had rearranged the entire interior of the Meadows Public House, one of the few buildings in Kalinor that surface dwellers could enter without problems. The tables had been placed against each other so that it looked like there was one gigantic table in the main room of the inn. The chairs had been arranged around it.
Bowls with herbs, with vegetables and fruit stood on the tables, together with pitchers full of different drinks. There was chocolate, there was fresh meat and dried meat and bowls of salt and ground pepper, butter, oil, vinegar and dozens of other things. There were also several large bowls that were filled with blood, fresh from the source, the main ingredient of Bruka, one of the Symenestra’s favourite dishes.
Knives, spoons, cutting boards and all the kitchen tools that one could ever need were lying there. The door to the kitchen that was normally closed was wide open, and the human cook stood in the doorway watching the proceedings. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with so many strangers in his domain, but if Laudavyn thought it was a good idea, he didn’t have a choice.
Next to him stood a pretty Symenestra woman with a flower in her hair. Rowina Arctium was the teacher at Mene Madras, Kalinor’s public school. Some of her older students would take part today.
Today the people of Kalinor, Symenestra as well as Zith and other races, would learn how to make a number of traditional dishes, and the surface dwellers would learn a lot of things about how Symenestra ate that they probably hadn’t known before. After the cooking lesson there would be a feast for everybody with plenty of alcohol and people would dance and have fun.
Everything was ready. Laudavyn, Sonara, Rowina and the human cook whose name no Symenestra could pronounce were just waiting for people to arrive.
To distract the people of Kalinor from all the bad things that had happened recently the Aconite Web that was responsible for the most of the trade the Symenestra did had planned a very special event. After the avalanche, the djed storm and the near assassination of one of the Moth Queens the Symenestra needed to be reminded of the fun things in life, of all the things that made them unique among the races of Mizahar, of their culture.
Laudavyn Aconite and his niece Sonara had rearranged the entire interior of the Meadows Public House, one of the few buildings in Kalinor that surface dwellers could enter without problems. The tables had been placed against each other so that it looked like there was one gigantic table in the main room of the inn. The chairs had been arranged around it.
Bowls with herbs, with vegetables and fruit stood on the tables, together with pitchers full of different drinks. There was chocolate, there was fresh meat and dried meat and bowls of salt and ground pepper, butter, oil, vinegar and dozens of other things. There were also several large bowls that were filled with blood, fresh from the source, the main ingredient of Bruka, one of the Symenestra’s favourite dishes.
Knives, spoons, cutting boards and all the kitchen tools that one could ever need were lying there. The door to the kitchen that was normally closed was wide open, and the human cook stood in the doorway watching the proceedings. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with so many strangers in his domain, but if Laudavyn thought it was a good idea, he didn’t have a choice.
Next to him stood a pretty Symenestra woman with a flower in her hair. Rowina Arctium was the teacher at Mene Madras, Kalinor’s public school. Some of her older students would take part today.
Today the people of Kalinor, Symenestra as well as Zith and other races, would learn how to make a number of traditional dishes, and the surface dwellers would learn a lot of things about how Symenestra ate that they probably hadn’t known before. After the cooking lesson there would be a feast for everybody with plenty of alcohol and people would dance and have fun.
Everything was ready. Laudavyn, Sonara, Rowina and the human cook whose name no Symenestra could pronounce were just waiting for people to arrive.