Herald
08.17.08
Already, your Herald has gone through many experiences. His/Her time with you has begun to shape and mold the child. Yet, there are many experiences to be had.
Your Herald has been asked to do something not yet asked of it before. S/He isn't sure how to go about the task.
What is the task? How does your Herald go about to accomplish it? Does s/he come to you for help or does s/he try to do it alone? How does your Herald react to such a difficult task? Mackerel threw the metal pan across the kitchen. It crashed to the countertop, teetered on the edge, and then fell to the ground with a lot of noise and food flung all over. The young Herald scowled at the offending junk.
Elf had been gone for days now, on one of her rare travels. Sure, a friend would come over once a day to check on her and the pets, but that didn't include making food or giving her money. There was some money left, but Mackerel had had those funds gone almost immediately (hey, 4 course delivery.... heck yeah!). The snacks and food that required no cooking was gone as well. Elf had said she could call at any time if she needed anything - but yeah right! As if she would call the human and acknowledge that she needed help.
So that left Mackerel with a mess on the floor. A large dog-like creature crept in, having been drawn by the noise. It sniffed the ground and was obviously not as picky as the young Kerel - he lapped up the food without a thought.
"Azhuuuuure!" Mackerel whined and started pulling on the dach's collar to get him away from her unsalvagable food. Her wings flapped with the strain. The dach lept to take one last bite and then skittered off with an excited yip and yap. The girl was thrown from the sudden lack of resistance. Kerel cursed, rubbing her hip where it struck the hardwood floor.
This duty was coming to be more troublesome. Mackerel was going to leave the mess as it was, but the idea of the food festering and rotting was not pleasant - so she did domething she never did before: cleaned.
When the floor sparkled again, Mackerel threw the food away and the pot went into the sink, for Elf to clean when she returned. There was only so far that she would go.
That done, the young Herald went to try again. She would get some food, her stomach demanded it!
Mackerel took out another pan, and tried again - chicken, peppers, onions, potatoes.... everything she needed, and added the necessary spices for that last bit of zest.
This one was more successful - sure, the outside parts were a bit burnt, but she proudly took the hot pan and fork to the table to eat. The bottom of the pan turned the wood on the table black as it charred and smoked, but Mackerel ignore it. All that she needed to know was that her food was cooked (she had beaten the case of cooking) and that she had done it!
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