59th Winter 511AV
The morning before zero hour, this was when one really started to question what they were doing. These were the moments when you found out what you had and who would stick with you. He woke today remembering one thing. He had set plans into motion, met people and now he was to do what many thought was impossible. But impossible was just an excuse people used to excuse things. Impossible was an excuse used so people who were less intelligent could still feel good about themselves for not being able to achieve something they would have to actually strive for. Impossible didn’t exist; it in essence was a word used only by the weak of mind and fragile of spirit. Anything could be achieved if you tried hard enough.
Serrif woke having slept wonderfully in his bed. He had preparations to make. And something new he wanted to try. Something he had read about but never had the audacity to try. If he succeeded he would have something that was well worth the effort he had put in. He only needed to gather the supplies. So he made a mental checklist. Eggs, metal dish, candles and the rest he would think up as he went along. The rest was variable at best. So he was told time and time again. His bodysuit was stretched over his skin then belted on, over this he wore baggy cheap white clothing then a long all fur cloak. As usual his daggers were fitted to the harness which was then fit to his frame. With a mental nod he went about the preparations he was to make for the events that would unfold.
He went and collected three eggs from the kitchen along with various spices. Cayenne, and salt. He checked the evolving list in his mind and knew he would likely need a little honey as well..no he would hold that off until he knew he had some success in all of this. This was after all his first endeavor in this matter. Bringing all this to the laboratory he set the eggs down on a counter and looked for a measuring beaker. He found one and he set the three eggs down in it and stretched some. It was early but he really didn’t mind too much. Early was when he was most acute and aware of what was really happening around him.
A candle….he still needed a candle. Which wasn’t hard to find here. With relative ease he put his hands on a candle and set it up on the counter top in front of him. He lit it and waited for the flame to even out before he did anything else. While the flame evened out he would find a mortar and pestle for the rest of this and maybe start to prepare the other spices. He didn’t know if there was a correct ratio for all of this. Frankly he felt like it would be like most of his other work…mostly by feel alone. It seemed most everything was done that way. He was up to something interesting. But as to what…that would take an expert to know. Because in all honesty he was going only by memory at this point. The individual pieces didn’t make any sense. There wasn’t enough of the puzzle formed yet to make any real assumptions…Maybe he was making breakfast? But they why was he not in the kitchen? What was this man up to?
Regardless he continued doing whatever it was he was doing. After the flame had finished flickering giving him a steady flame he figured it was time to continue on with the rest of these preparations. Gently he held an egg on the sides and then on the more pointed side he exposed the thin shell to the flame. He lit it lock the shell some darkening the shell. But also weakening it. But he made sure to only weaken a small spot of the shell. Yes, only a small almost pinpoint area that was easily marked by the black soot the burning candle left behind. He knew it was somewhat of an art to weaken the shell enough to let him break it only in one spot easily but not so much as to let the egg break right there all over the candle. But he had three eggs…so in a way that was three chances to get all of this right.
