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 Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2016 7:44 pm
The Only Black Uke I think the only things she may have picked up on/ bothered with would be simple like 'yes' and 'no'. Just enough so that if left alone with him she could sort of communicate. So he could more or less call her a dirty lint licker right in front of her face and she wouldn't know.
He only really noticed the contact when it was no longer there. Pausing, he looked back over his shoulder, arching a brow with a shake of his head. What, did Nyko suddenly stink now? Or - oh yeah, he was helping. Something that Nyko should have been doing from the beginning. "It's just a dinner party mother - they have one every other week, it's hardly special."
"Normally I would agree with you, but did you forget that the mistress let go of her handmaid? I have to help her dress for the evening so you'll be doing most of the work on your own. Which is exactly why you shouldn't be dawdling." She stood with an apron full of fruit, and moved to gently toe the overturned crate back onto it's proper side. Carefully she set her collection back into it's proper spot, and poitned to the one's Sajah was gathering. "Use those, and get to work, Nyko. I have to go help her now so...please, just do as I say for once."
He waited until she was gone before letting out one long, insufferable groan. " Do this Nyko, do that Nyko, let me hold your hand while you cook Nyko but then smack it because you're a grown man and you should be able to do this yourself, Nyko." The young earthling motioned with a nod of his head towards the larder door, "Come on, I'll let you taste test for me and you can tell me what you plan to do first as a free man."
Following the path set by his mother, Nyko led the way out of the larder into a much larger kitchen. It wasn't basic by any means and was extremely decorative for an area primarily occupied by former slaves. Even for it's immense size there were only a few servants - no more than three - popping in for a few things before disappearing entirely.
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 11:11 am
Blessedly, Zarna did not linger long.
When she left the room, apron skirts trailing behind her, Sajah breathed an audible sigh of relief, though it was drowned under the sound of Nyko’s immediate follow-up groaning, and his gaze lifted to watch his friend while he did. The corner of his mouth curved up in spite of himself. He kept his hands busy. When Nyko mentioned taste-testing, however, and freedom talk, Sajah’s ears perked, the long fins twitching the barest fraction upward, and he was nodding, keeping what he’d gathered with him and standing to follow in Nyko’s wake.
Kitchens always smelled good. That, combined with Nyko’s offer of ‘taste testing’ spurned very brief pang of familiar regret that he couldn’t fully or properly enjoy the fruits of a well-stocked and run kitchen—but that was neither here nor there for the time being. Some food was better than none, and Sajah was, as ever, hungry, so it mattered little that he wouldn’t have as full of a range of taste appreciation as some. Freedom talk was at least as important.
He set his load on the nearest free space that looked accessible and not in the way before setting back himself and letting his eyes wander the large space, mulling over the thought. ‘You can tell me what you plan to do first as a free man.’ Much as he wanted it, he couldn’t say he’d put much thought into the specifics of what he wanted to do with it, only that he didn’t want what he had now. Nyko had always had more than enough towering aspirations to suffice for both of them.
But, with the question posed to him…
«A bath,» Sajahka signed. «To scrub until there is no part of me left which has touched Oba.»
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 9:59 pm
As Nyko went about preparing his station he began to hum a song under his breath, almost as if it were an unconscious act.
Save me, I'm lost
Oh, goddess, I've been waiting for you
I'll pay any cost
Save me from being confused
Show me what I'm looking for
He reached up to tighten undo his hair tie, although his hair wasn't left to free fall for long. Nyko's nimble fingers were quick to bring it back up, although this time it was in a simplistic, hasty bun. There was no great desire to have his tresses dipped in sticky goo once more; no matter how delectable that goo may smell.
Don't let go
I've wanted this far too long
Mistakes become regrets
I've learned to love abuse
Please show me what I'm looking for
The more he sang the more volume his voice seemed to pick up, and the cheekier his grin became. Nyko flippantly picked up a knife from the cutting block, took one of Saj's fruits, and began to work. Despite all evidence to the contrary Nyko was a good cook; sure, his works were never as picture perfect as his mother's, but they were tasty. Not that they ever seemed to measure up.
The more he tried focusing on his friend, though ,the more his words seemed to slip. It was easier to sing and work when by oneself; with someone else around Nyko was far too curious and tended to forget lyrics.
"A bath, huh?....Like, in a really grand bath house with scents from all over infused in the water? And people to scrub your hair so you don't have to do it yourself?" Nyko pressed juice out of a fresh piece of cut fruit, then added it to a bowel full of thickener. It was a starchy substance, one that would help to hold the juiciness while still allowing the fruit to remain "itself" in the pie. And spices! Nyko moved across the kitchen to a little rack that held several small jars of spices. He fumbled around with them for a moment, opening jar after jar before finding the right one and returning.
"A bath with warm water sounds nice in general. Anything that isn't freezing and fresh - fresh, warm water would be to die for. "
(Lyrics)
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 1:54 pm
Sajah’s eyes trailed his friend’s movement, ears flicking with interest when he began to sing. There was never a moment that Nyko’s singing was not welcome to Sajah’s ear—though certain times were admittedly less advisable than others, and perhaps—
Well, he was not about to complain in this moment. Nyko had at least ceased whooping for freedom and his masters were by now surely more than accustomed to his singing. Besides, there was little to no one about. Sajahka sat his weight back a moment, just listening. Until his brain helpfully reminded him he was on a time limit, not a free man yet, and they had business yet to cover. His eyes flicked open, watching Nyko work, then raising his eyebrows at the words, a smile pulling up at the corner of his lips despite his best intentions.
«No one else,» he signed. He had seen and been a part of servant’s work far too much to want that for himself—and besides that, the bathing conditions he was accustomed to rarely leant themselves to any form of privacy. The thought of just having a bath alone, enclosed, quite. And warm. Clean. «Yes. Warm and fresh. Private.»
But, he shook his head, bidding himself back on track.
«Where might we meet you? And which day would you have opportunity with minimal risk? What time?» He was not sure of all the specifics of Xe and his ‘Buhawi’ or what they could manage and what sort of notice they required, but the Matori’s last words to him suggested that the schedule was flexible to a certain extent, depending on when he and Nyko could find the chance they needed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 10:51 am
With a careful arm, Nyko hoisted his mixing bowl up under his left arm, and began ushering it's contents out and into the pie plate. At first there was but a light drizzle, with just a few pieces of fruit plopping out onto the dough. Then all at once, with an impatient tip on his part, a great mound of it flopped out at once. He used his spoon to smooth out the filling...right before he spat in it, dead center.
With a bold grin he held the bowl over to Saj - which had a generous portion of remnants still left inside- and offered him a new spoon. "The more we talk about it the more I want it." The bath itself would be glorious, but the freedom...that's what Nyko craved. No more cooking deserts for people who would never utter one word of thanks, or worse, would nit pick at the smallest of imperfections. "Ugh, the slices are sloppy; take it back and make it fresh, with cleaner cuts this time."
"Next week my master's are having a dinner party. The day after they'll be so exhausted they won't wake up until mid-day. Meet me that morning, or night - whichever-" Nyko waved it off, "-by Lady Cirksena's home, two doors down from ours. She'll be at the party, so her servants will be sleeping in and they won't notice us outside."
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 12:31 pm
Dribble, glop, smooth—ssppptt.
Sajahka’s mouth curved up, deep private amusement open in his expression after Nyko spat, and the took the offered bowl with relish, his stomach giving an audible churn of anticipation. «Soon,» he said, fingers hastening to sign it before taking up the spoon and in a moment, dedicating themselves entirely to that: placating the hungry gurgle of his gut and appreciating what he could of the sweetened batter.
For all that Nyko’s means might not be the most graceful of the cooks, there was nothing afoul of his results, and even Sajah could tell that much, despite the limits of his tasting range. He gave a hum of appreciation. His ears perked, though, listening close again when Nyko got on topic, and he looked up, watching his friend as he ate. By the end, he nodded, and once his hands were free he lingered only as much longer as he dared—which was not long—clarifying last, final details, indulging for moments more of talk on what might be done. What it would be like.
And then, he was out, bidding Nyko to above all else be careful when the time came before making his final departure.
His mind would not leave the subject until the time was actually upon them.
It promised to be a long week.
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