Timestamp: 69th Day of Fall, 513 AV
Kavala was starved. There was no other way to describe it. The Konti had definitely felt the pinch of pregnancy and not being able to stomach a lot of surface grown foods. Breads smelled delicious but did not agree with her. Meat produced from grazers gave her horrible cramps. Fruit and herbs simply caused more of an imbalance in her system. The woman needed food, real food that only her Father could provide. And after the beauty festival of the night before where she’d danced late into the evening with Riaris, Kavala was about ready to chew off her own arm.
The only problem was that her arm wasn’t the seafood that her body demanded and she’d probably reject even that sort of in-a-pinch meal. So feeling grouchy, hungry and not believing the crap that people could eat that was considered food, Kavala set off for the beach. Trailing down through The Within, she picked up Tasival in tow. She didn’t mind her son coming along, but if he got in the way of her and her breakfast, especially in the mood she was in, there would likely be bloodshed.
Once he saw she had her shovel and a clam net bag, Tasi grabbed his toy shovel and told her he’d be back. Evidently he went to get the Imperial Watchers. Because when her son rejoined her as she was sharpening the shovel with a file, the dogs came with him. Kavala also grabbed a clam tube, which was an ingenious device used to dig razor clams. Kavala wanted both though, so she had her clam shovel as well, which looked like a long narrow shovel that one could flip and use as a rake because it had tines sticking out of the opposite end.
Once accompanied by her young son and half a dozen pony sized dogs, the Konti opened the Sea Gates and headed out onto the beach. Tasi, of course, was full of questions. “What are we getting first? Butter clams? Crab? Razors?” Kavala scowled, and then couldn’t help but smile as some of the dogs threw themselves down on the sand and rolled, feet in the air, scratching their itchy pre-winter coats.
“Razors. We’ll use the tube.” Kavala said, trudging along, half dragging the shovel and carrying the long metal tube. She affirmed, still dragging the shovel and carrying the clam tube.
“Why are we going now? It’s not even really light out yet.” Tasi said, staring at the quickly brightening sky and noting what time it was. Early… just a bit before dawn.
“You are coming because you wanted to spend time with me. And I’m here because its about two bells before low tide which gives us plenty of time to dig, relax, dig more if we want, and then leave before the tide comes in again and it gets too deep to dig clams.” Kavala said, still trudging for the waterline.
“How do you know where to find them? Aren’t they all hiding in the sand asleep right now?” Her son asked, curious, as he came to take the shovel from her and drag it himself. The tool was bigger than he was, but he was actually managing it better than the Konti was.
“I’ll show you… watch.” Kavala said as she headed down towards the water. As they both walked down towards the water, Kavala pointed out a series of lines to Tasival. “This is the scum line, this first one…” Kavala said, stepping over it and pointing out what made it the scum line. “This is where the last highest water deposited all the flotsam and scum that was drifting in on the water.” She said, still marching downhill, her hunger driving her on. Tasival stopped for a moment, poked at some seaweed with his new shovel/rake. Kavala kept marching, trusting her son to catch up.
Down the beach, the dogs discovered a flock of resting gulls and started to bark, chasing them. Kavala didn’t even glance up, knowing the gulls could take care of themselves.
Passing another line, Kavala pointed that one out to Tasival too. “This is the shrimp line. Sometimes people call it the worm line, Tasi. See all the small holes? They are from burrowing critters like worms and sand shrimp. They aren’t from clams. You can tell because they look like little volcanoes where the critters push sand out of them… or maybe like those fried donuts Cadra makes for you.” Kavala said, as she continued walking.
Tasi hurried to catch up then squatted to peer into one of the tiny holes. He used the shovel to dig up a series of them, taking about ten with one bite of the shovel. When he scattered the firm sand out, the scoop of sand was filled with sand shrimp that took off in all directions once liberated from their sandy fortresses.
“Now, when those holes thin out and you get across this rather empty stretch, you’ll see these ripple marks the waves leave on this firm packed sand. Once you get standing in the middle of this, you start looking for clams. Do you know what they look like, Tasi?” Kavala asked, curious.
Her son shook his head and Kavala dropped her gaze and started looking around. After a moment she spotted a clam and beckoned to him. “Look here.” She called, and the boy ran over. The Healer pointed to a thumb shaped depression in the sand. “That’s a clam. Now, let me use the tube on him… it’s a great device, really easy.” Kavala pointed out, proud that she had picked one up at the warrens earlier in the year.
“You must be fast doing this.’ Kavala instructed Tasival, showing him the tube. It was a long tube, about a foot in length with about an eight inch diameter. One end was open; the other was closed except for a small hole. The closed tube had another metal bar attached to it that looked like a handle. Kavala positioned the tube over the thumb-shaped depression that indicated a clam, and suddenly shoved the tube deep into the sand…. all the way down.
“Once you get the tube in the sand over the clam, Tasi, you need to put your finger over this hole and lift the tube out of the sand. When you cover the hole with your finger, you are creating some suction and that holds the sand in the tube so you can lift it out of the ground, sand and clam and all.” Kavala said, placing her thumb over the open hole, and at the same time lifting with the gun. Then giving a big heave, the Konti pulled the tube up out of the sand leaving a hole beneath it and moved the gun to the side. She uncovered the hole, breaking the suction, and the sand cascaded out of the tube, revealing a big razor clam.
The Konti set the tube aside, dropped to her knees, and snatched up the clam. She pulled her dagger form her hip, ran it around the outside of the shell, and cut the muscles inside. She expertly carved out its stomach, tossed that aside, and popped the clam into her mouth. The shell was cast aside as well. Kavala sighed in pleasure, chewing on something her body finally agreed with.
“Want to try?” She said, between the whole clam she shoved in her mouth.
Kavala was starved. There was no other way to describe it. The Konti had definitely felt the pinch of pregnancy and not being able to stomach a lot of surface grown foods. Breads smelled delicious but did not agree with her. Meat produced from grazers gave her horrible cramps. Fruit and herbs simply caused more of an imbalance in her system. The woman needed food, real food that only her Father could provide. And after the beauty festival of the night before where she’d danced late into the evening with Riaris, Kavala was about ready to chew off her own arm.
The only problem was that her arm wasn’t the seafood that her body demanded and she’d probably reject even that sort of in-a-pinch meal. So feeling grouchy, hungry and not believing the crap that people could eat that was considered food, Kavala set off for the beach. Trailing down through The Within, she picked up Tasival in tow. She didn’t mind her son coming along, but if he got in the way of her and her breakfast, especially in the mood she was in, there would likely be bloodshed.
Once he saw she had her shovel and a clam net bag, Tasi grabbed his toy shovel and told her he’d be back. Evidently he went to get the Imperial Watchers. Because when her son rejoined her as she was sharpening the shovel with a file, the dogs came with him. Kavala also grabbed a clam tube, which was an ingenious device used to dig razor clams. Kavala wanted both though, so she had her clam shovel as well, which looked like a long narrow shovel that one could flip and use as a rake because it had tines sticking out of the opposite end.
Once accompanied by her young son and half a dozen pony sized dogs, the Konti opened the Sea Gates and headed out onto the beach. Tasi, of course, was full of questions. “What are we getting first? Butter clams? Crab? Razors?” Kavala scowled, and then couldn’t help but smile as some of the dogs threw themselves down on the sand and rolled, feet in the air, scratching their itchy pre-winter coats.
“Razors. We’ll use the tube.” Kavala said, trudging along, half dragging the shovel and carrying the long metal tube. She affirmed, still dragging the shovel and carrying the clam tube.
“Why are we going now? It’s not even really light out yet.” Tasi said, staring at the quickly brightening sky and noting what time it was. Early… just a bit before dawn.
“You are coming because you wanted to spend time with me. And I’m here because its about two bells before low tide which gives us plenty of time to dig, relax, dig more if we want, and then leave before the tide comes in again and it gets too deep to dig clams.” Kavala said, still trudging for the waterline.
“How do you know where to find them? Aren’t they all hiding in the sand asleep right now?” Her son asked, curious, as he came to take the shovel from her and drag it himself. The tool was bigger than he was, but he was actually managing it better than the Konti was.
“I’ll show you… watch.” Kavala said as she headed down towards the water. As they both walked down towards the water, Kavala pointed out a series of lines to Tasival. “This is the scum line, this first one…” Kavala said, stepping over it and pointing out what made it the scum line. “This is where the last highest water deposited all the flotsam and scum that was drifting in on the water.” She said, still marching downhill, her hunger driving her on. Tasival stopped for a moment, poked at some seaweed with his new shovel/rake. Kavala kept marching, trusting her son to catch up.
Down the beach, the dogs discovered a flock of resting gulls and started to bark, chasing them. Kavala didn’t even glance up, knowing the gulls could take care of themselves.
Passing another line, Kavala pointed that one out to Tasival too. “This is the shrimp line. Sometimes people call it the worm line, Tasi. See all the small holes? They are from burrowing critters like worms and sand shrimp. They aren’t from clams. You can tell because they look like little volcanoes where the critters push sand out of them… or maybe like those fried donuts Cadra makes for you.” Kavala said, as she continued walking.
Tasi hurried to catch up then squatted to peer into one of the tiny holes. He used the shovel to dig up a series of them, taking about ten with one bite of the shovel. When he scattered the firm sand out, the scoop of sand was filled with sand shrimp that took off in all directions once liberated from their sandy fortresses.
“Now, when those holes thin out and you get across this rather empty stretch, you’ll see these ripple marks the waves leave on this firm packed sand. Once you get standing in the middle of this, you start looking for clams. Do you know what they look like, Tasi?” Kavala asked, curious.
Her son shook his head and Kavala dropped her gaze and started looking around. After a moment she spotted a clam and beckoned to him. “Look here.” She called, and the boy ran over. The Healer pointed to a thumb shaped depression in the sand. “That’s a clam. Now, let me use the tube on him… it’s a great device, really easy.” Kavala pointed out, proud that she had picked one up at the warrens earlier in the year.
“You must be fast doing this.’ Kavala instructed Tasival, showing him the tube. It was a long tube, about a foot in length with about an eight inch diameter. One end was open; the other was closed except for a small hole. The closed tube had another metal bar attached to it that looked like a handle. Kavala positioned the tube over the thumb-shaped depression that indicated a clam, and suddenly shoved the tube deep into the sand…. all the way down.
“Once you get the tube in the sand over the clam, Tasi, you need to put your finger over this hole and lift the tube out of the sand. When you cover the hole with your finger, you are creating some suction and that holds the sand in the tube so you can lift it out of the ground, sand and clam and all.” Kavala said, placing her thumb over the open hole, and at the same time lifting with the gun. Then giving a big heave, the Konti pulled the tube up out of the sand leaving a hole beneath it and moved the gun to the side. She uncovered the hole, breaking the suction, and the sand cascaded out of the tube, revealing a big razor clam.
The Konti set the tube aside, dropped to her knees, and snatched up the clam. She pulled her dagger form her hip, ran it around the outside of the shell, and cut the muscles inside. She expertly carved out its stomach, tossed that aside, and popped the clam into her mouth. The shell was cast aside as well. Kavala sighed in pleasure, chewing on something her body finally agreed with.
“Want to try?” She said, between the whole clam she shoved in her mouth.