68th of Winter, 515 av
6th bell
Camp, Endrykas
She woke just before the crack of dawn. The red head was always an early riser. Her head turned to see the sleeping patch of dirty blond hair in the bedroll next to her. She smiled as that little boy seemed to be family in its totality. It was just her and him. That was all that was left of their family after the pirate raid. The funeral rites that were performed a couple of days ago left them drained, emotional and despondent. The River Flower had given her a few days to re-acclimate after returning. It was no small amount of relief to the city that she came back. Others were not so lucky as it was with Pearl. Sgivhe was not among those that came off the ship. It was unclear what happened to her and no body was found.
She silently slipped from her covers and bedroll to stir the fire and get breakfast going. Then it dawned on her as she looked at the sky that this might be a good day for fishing. That would be great!! Her brother needed something like this. He needed some kind of normalcy to help heal. She put her hand to her mouth as the organizing of the day went through her head. The both of them needed this bit of life activities to get them back on their feet, to move forward. With a renewed smile, she redoubled her efforts as they would need a hearty breakfast. Porridge with cheese and a bit of honey would see them through the morning.
Those brilliant light sky blue eyes rose to meet Syna as she graced the night sky to caress Leth with her fingers. Leth began to recede with this touch. The dance of lovers before her eyes cast a positive glow across the land as she smiled at that. It was something to hope for. The red tresses were dancing in the breeze that came with Syna’s fingers as it met those fiery strands that lit up with the morning as a banner in its own right. She returned to the business at hand of making the morning meal as a pot was taken out and filled half way with water. A little salt was added and then added a little more fuel to the fire. The thrifty girl supplemented zibri chips with wood. She saved the coal for the brazier she used to keep the temperatures at bay during winter. It was also handy to keep a tea pot warm while weather was foul.
Speaking of the teapot, as if remembering, she got the kettle to put water in it and put it near the pot of water set to boil. Tea was a must. It had been more of a comfort to her than anyone would know as the multitude of herbs and spices was placed in the hot water to coax out its essence of goodness. It was something to focus on instead of her predicament. Now it was like a ritual or a good luck charm for the day to start out well. With the water boiling, she placed in a measure of barley groats to start the porridge. Once the groats was added, she started stirring to get each grain immersed and well coated with water. The pot was pulled a little to the side to reduce the boil to cook. While that was cooking, she brought out two bowls, one of the cheese wheels she had painstakingly been rationing out till the zibri calve and produce milk again. She had on her list to seek other forms of different milks as there had to be a way to supplement or substitute. Caihya provided a bounty and by her grace there was always a way. Heard tell by one of the traders there was a thing called Almond milk. How did one get milk from a nut? She must learn of this miraculous thing to bring to her people.
Two cups came out as she put peppermint in both cups and she added tea to hers. Drak didn’t like tea as he said it was too bitter. It was probably his age. Peppermint though was good to drink for him especially with all this rain as it broke through catarrh. The herbalist used it as a preventative as well as it was uplifting. The kettle made that tall tale whistling noise that it had reached temperature. Those industrious hands stirred the slowly cooking barley porridge as she checked its consistency. It was getting there as she gave it a good stir. The kettle was removed and steam rose as she poured the hot water into the cups. The scent of peppermint wafted around the camp as the six year old boy lifted the tent flap to see if what he smelled was what it was. “Oh yum,peppermint!!”
Amunet laughed. “Get dressed. The morning meal is almost done. I have a surprise for you.” The little lady gave him a bright smile. One that Drak hadn’t seen in a while and it gave his heart a lift as both had been very sad for a while.
“A surprise!!” Those grey eyes widened as the tent flap retreated back down. It seemed like lightning seconds the boy came stumbling out hopping on one foot to get a boot on in a rush.
“No no. wash up first. “ She gave him that look. It was a look anyone with children seems to acquire. It was as if as soon as you learn childcare that look auto filled onto the face and it made children balk, stop in their tracks and test your patience.
“Ahhh, Ami, come on. I washed last night. “ He protested.
“Really. Let me see your hands, under your chin, your neck? “ There went that look again as those piercing eyes with the sunbursts looked straight at him. The balled up fist went to the hip. The Look coupled with the fist was a posture that spoke louder than words your crossing a line young man.
With a huff of air that explosively expressed out, the young man rolled his eyes and retreated to the side to wash up. Once the boy was doing what he needed to do, Amunet couldn’t resist a little snicker. She shook her head as she checked the porridge. The red head stirred it a little bit more as it had reached the right consistency. She girded her arm with a taut stomach to lift the pot and put a good portion in each bowl. She then sliced two slices of cheese, removing the wax to place on top. The honey was then drizzled on top. You get a salty sweet thing going as the spoon cuts into the porridge to mix the cheese and the honey in other bites.
The young man came to his sister as he showed his hands and neck. The healer nodded as she handed him a bowl with a spoon and his cup of tea. He sat down and began to eat carefully as it was still hot. Amunet sat down also as she started eating. “The surprise I have is that it is a perfect day to go fishing. How would you like to go fishing?”
If Drak’s eyes could get larger than saucers that they were now they would. “Fishing!! Really!!”
Amunet nodded. “Soon as we eat and clean up. We need to get you some tackle and we need some bait. “ His reaction made her happy. He looked like a normal little boy. That was how it should be. That was what she wanted.
Word count: 1278
Total count: 1278
6th bell
Camp, Endrykas
She woke just before the crack of dawn. The red head was always an early riser. Her head turned to see the sleeping patch of dirty blond hair in the bedroll next to her. She smiled as that little boy seemed to be family in its totality. It was just her and him. That was all that was left of their family after the pirate raid. The funeral rites that were performed a couple of days ago left them drained, emotional and despondent. The River Flower had given her a few days to re-acclimate after returning. It was no small amount of relief to the city that she came back. Others were not so lucky as it was with Pearl. Sgivhe was not among those that came off the ship. It was unclear what happened to her and no body was found.
She silently slipped from her covers and bedroll to stir the fire and get breakfast going. Then it dawned on her as she looked at the sky that this might be a good day for fishing. That would be great!! Her brother needed something like this. He needed some kind of normalcy to help heal. She put her hand to her mouth as the organizing of the day went through her head. The both of them needed this bit of life activities to get them back on their feet, to move forward. With a renewed smile, she redoubled her efforts as they would need a hearty breakfast. Porridge with cheese and a bit of honey would see them through the morning.
Those brilliant light sky blue eyes rose to meet Syna as she graced the night sky to caress Leth with her fingers. Leth began to recede with this touch. The dance of lovers before her eyes cast a positive glow across the land as she smiled at that. It was something to hope for. The red tresses were dancing in the breeze that came with Syna’s fingers as it met those fiery strands that lit up with the morning as a banner in its own right. She returned to the business at hand of making the morning meal as a pot was taken out and filled half way with water. A little salt was added and then added a little more fuel to the fire. The thrifty girl supplemented zibri chips with wood. She saved the coal for the brazier she used to keep the temperatures at bay during winter. It was also handy to keep a tea pot warm while weather was foul.
Speaking of the teapot, as if remembering, she got the kettle to put water in it and put it near the pot of water set to boil. Tea was a must. It had been more of a comfort to her than anyone would know as the multitude of herbs and spices was placed in the hot water to coax out its essence of goodness. It was something to focus on instead of her predicament. Now it was like a ritual or a good luck charm for the day to start out well. With the water boiling, she placed in a measure of barley groats to start the porridge. Once the groats was added, she started stirring to get each grain immersed and well coated with water. The pot was pulled a little to the side to reduce the boil to cook. While that was cooking, she brought out two bowls, one of the cheese wheels she had painstakingly been rationing out till the zibri calve and produce milk again. She had on her list to seek other forms of different milks as there had to be a way to supplement or substitute. Caihya provided a bounty and by her grace there was always a way. Heard tell by one of the traders there was a thing called Almond milk. How did one get milk from a nut? She must learn of this miraculous thing to bring to her people.
Two cups came out as she put peppermint in both cups and she added tea to hers. Drak didn’t like tea as he said it was too bitter. It was probably his age. Peppermint though was good to drink for him especially with all this rain as it broke through catarrh. The herbalist used it as a preventative as well as it was uplifting. The kettle made that tall tale whistling noise that it had reached temperature. Those industrious hands stirred the slowly cooking barley porridge as she checked its consistency. It was getting there as she gave it a good stir. The kettle was removed and steam rose as she poured the hot water into the cups. The scent of peppermint wafted around the camp as the six year old boy lifted the tent flap to see if what he smelled was what it was. “Oh yum,peppermint!!”
Amunet laughed. “Get dressed. The morning meal is almost done. I have a surprise for you.” The little lady gave him a bright smile. One that Drak hadn’t seen in a while and it gave his heart a lift as both had been very sad for a while.
“A surprise!!” Those grey eyes widened as the tent flap retreated back down. It seemed like lightning seconds the boy came stumbling out hopping on one foot to get a boot on in a rush.
“No no. wash up first. “ She gave him that look. It was a look anyone with children seems to acquire. It was as if as soon as you learn childcare that look auto filled onto the face and it made children balk, stop in their tracks and test your patience.
“Ahhh, Ami, come on. I washed last night. “ He protested.
“Really. Let me see your hands, under your chin, your neck? “ There went that look again as those piercing eyes with the sunbursts looked straight at him. The balled up fist went to the hip. The Look coupled with the fist was a posture that spoke louder than words your crossing a line young man.
With a huff of air that explosively expressed out, the young man rolled his eyes and retreated to the side to wash up. Once the boy was doing what he needed to do, Amunet couldn’t resist a little snicker. She shook her head as she checked the porridge. The red head stirred it a little bit more as it had reached the right consistency. She girded her arm with a taut stomach to lift the pot and put a good portion in each bowl. She then sliced two slices of cheese, removing the wax to place on top. The honey was then drizzled on top. You get a salty sweet thing going as the spoon cuts into the porridge to mix the cheese and the honey in other bites.
The young man came to his sister as he showed his hands and neck. The healer nodded as she handed him a bowl with a spoon and his cup of tea. He sat down and began to eat carefully as it was still hot. Amunet sat down also as she started eating. “The surprise I have is that it is a perfect day to go fishing. How would you like to go fishing?”
If Drak’s eyes could get larger than saucers that they were now they would. “Fishing!! Really!!”
Amunet nodded. “Soon as we eat and clean up. We need to get you some tackle and we need some bait. “ His reaction made her happy. He looked like a normal little boy. That was how it should be. That was what she wanted.
Word count: 1278
Total count: 1278