Spring 14, 519
The Midnight Gem
It was one of those rare days where Anja had no responsibilities for the day that would lead to him venturing beyond the walls of the Midnight Gem. His early morning tasks had gone about much as they usually did; feeding and watering the horses and chickens, some simple training for his canine companions to reinforce already taught lessons so they didn't float out of the animals' heads. His usual routine included prayers to Dira and the making of soulmist. And of course, he had spent time meditating and training his Auristics.
Anja held the magic in his eyes for longer this time then he usually did. The man normally didn't push himself beyond the first nudges of a headache. The warnings he had been told about overgiving had impressed themselves deeply in his mind, and the mage had promised himself to take no risks even with a magic that was as inherently safe as Auristics was. However, after some thought about the matter, it had occurred to Anja that he was not exactly pushing himself beyond his limits. One couldn't improve if one did not take chances and try things one hadn't before. So today, when the magic filled Anja's eyes and filled his surroundings with colored lights, the Drykas held the magic there for a moment more. Today, Anja studied the shine ementing from his beautiful, pale, Strider companion. The shine covering her was a fair pastel yellow, like the gold of sun-ripened grain. Looking upon it made Anja feel a sense of ease, like all was right with the world and everything was exactly as it should be.
Maisa lifted her head and glanced at Anja, and for a moment the colors rippled outwards, a burst of spring leaf green weaving spiralling patterns through the dense thick of gold. In those waves, Anja could feel the affection his strider felt for him. There was something warming in that, knowing that all it took was a glance for Maisa to feel happy. By then, the headache had become less a whisper and more a jab. With a quick exhale, Anja released the magic from his eyes, and watched as the bright colors faded from around him. He walked over to his strider and looped his arms around her neck and nuzzled her cheek. A whicker of affection left her nose, and she met his hug with a nuzzle. Anja gave Maisa one last scratch between the ears, then whistled for the dogs and headed inside the Gem.
Ania rested a hand against the frame of the door as he entered, offering a quiet greeting to the Gem. He could have sworn he felt the wood shift under his touch, and a smile lit his face. As he proceeded up the stairs and into the living quarters of them Gem, his gaze fell upon the space surrounding him. What to do with the rest of the day? Perhaps as an after affect of that affection radiating off of Maisa, the Drykas was feeling a tad domestic today. Thoughtfully, he wandered into the kitchen and stared about it, scratching his chin. Anja had taken up feeding and caring for the animals as part of his everyday work, work that he did happily as a member of the Gem's family. However there was one important familial task in particular he had been deliberately been avoiding.
It wasn't as if Anja had no interest in learning how to cook. It was just that there has never been any call for him to learn before he had left the Sea of Grass. In his Pavilion, women had done the majority of the cooking. One of Anja's aunts had been a spectacular cook, in fact, and had been happy to share her craft with everyone. After Anja had left his birthplace, the man had only cared to ingest enough food of high enough quality to keep his body moving. He had frequently lived off of dried rations and caravan mates' kindnesses during his travels between cities, and he had mostly eaten at taverns and inns during his stays within civilization's reach. Cooking hadn't seemed like a skill he needed to care about.
But now? Well he had more mouths to worry about than just his own. There was a sense of duty filling the Drykas, a duty to see his family fed and cared for. So despite his reticence and lack of knowledge, he walked over to the pantry and glanced inside of it. Where should he start? He hadn't the faintest idea.
The Midnight Gem
It was one of those rare days where Anja had no responsibilities for the day that would lead to him venturing beyond the walls of the Midnight Gem. His early morning tasks had gone about much as they usually did; feeding and watering the horses and chickens, some simple training for his canine companions to reinforce already taught lessons so they didn't float out of the animals' heads. His usual routine included prayers to Dira and the making of soulmist. And of course, he had spent time meditating and training his Auristics.
Anja held the magic in his eyes for longer this time then he usually did. The man normally didn't push himself beyond the first nudges of a headache. The warnings he had been told about overgiving had impressed themselves deeply in his mind, and the mage had promised himself to take no risks even with a magic that was as inherently safe as Auristics was. However, after some thought about the matter, it had occurred to Anja that he was not exactly pushing himself beyond his limits. One couldn't improve if one did not take chances and try things one hadn't before. So today, when the magic filled Anja's eyes and filled his surroundings with colored lights, the Drykas held the magic there for a moment more. Today, Anja studied the shine ementing from his beautiful, pale, Strider companion. The shine covering her was a fair pastel yellow, like the gold of sun-ripened grain. Looking upon it made Anja feel a sense of ease, like all was right with the world and everything was exactly as it should be.
Maisa lifted her head and glanced at Anja, and for a moment the colors rippled outwards, a burst of spring leaf green weaving spiralling patterns through the dense thick of gold. In those waves, Anja could feel the affection his strider felt for him. There was something warming in that, knowing that all it took was a glance for Maisa to feel happy. By then, the headache had become less a whisper and more a jab. With a quick exhale, Anja released the magic from his eyes, and watched as the bright colors faded from around him. He walked over to his strider and looped his arms around her neck and nuzzled her cheek. A whicker of affection left her nose, and she met his hug with a nuzzle. Anja gave Maisa one last scratch between the ears, then whistled for the dogs and headed inside the Gem.
Ania rested a hand against the frame of the door as he entered, offering a quiet greeting to the Gem. He could have sworn he felt the wood shift under his touch, and a smile lit his face. As he proceeded up the stairs and into the living quarters of them Gem, his gaze fell upon the space surrounding him. What to do with the rest of the day? Perhaps as an after affect of that affection radiating off of Maisa, the Drykas was feeling a tad domestic today. Thoughtfully, he wandered into the kitchen and stared about it, scratching his chin. Anja had taken up feeding and caring for the animals as part of his everyday work, work that he did happily as a member of the Gem's family. However there was one important familial task in particular he had been deliberately been avoiding.
It wasn't as if Anja had no interest in learning how to cook. It was just that there has never been any call for him to learn before he had left the Sea of Grass. In his Pavilion, women had done the majority of the cooking. One of Anja's aunts had been a spectacular cook, in fact, and had been happy to share her craft with everyone. After Anja had left his birthplace, the man had only cared to ingest enough food of high enough quality to keep his body moving. He had frequently lived off of dried rations and caravan mates' kindnesses during his travels between cities, and he had mostly eaten at taverns and inns during his stays within civilization's reach. Cooking hadn't seemed like a skill he needed to care about.
But now? Well he had more mouths to worry about than just his own. There was a sense of duty filling the Drykas, a duty to see his family fed and cared for. So despite his reticence and lack of knowledge, he walked over to the pantry and glanced inside of it. Where should he start? He hadn't the faintest idea.