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 Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 3:26 pm
 
Tseka sighed, hugely. She was a smith. She practically reeked of it. Strong shoulders, arms, tall, dignified. So why, why she was being made to bake was beyond her. Appearantly, a few of the bakers were sick today. Down with some kind of cold, or whatnot. So the Headwoman grabbed a couple of Candidates, and assigned them to baking. Tseka cursed her luck. Daeok had been in the kitchens, and she had gone to retrieve him. If she had stayed in her room, or had seen fit to summon him via telepathy...then none of this would have happened! How frustrating!
Tseka was great smith. She was intricate and detailed in her work. Unfortunately, when it came to cooking, she could burn water. Her hands, so adept at shaping metal, seemed huge, awkward, and clumsy as she tried to make the bread do what she wanted to. Oh, she knew how to make bread. She knew the principals of it. But the execution was sloppy, at best. Flour covered her hands, the table around her, and Xythe and Daeok.
The two flits weren't being helpful. They were rolling in the white stuff, chasing each other around the table, stealing little bits of dough and rubbing it on each other, or stuffing their faces. Tseka didn't have the heart to reprimand them. At least they were having fun. She heard the Headwoman nearby, yelling at other candidates passing by to come help. Tseka bit her lip, and kneaded the dough, rather clumsily. Oh, how long must the torture go on?!?
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 4:02 pm
Honestly, Mador didn't mind helping out in the kitchen. Although Fiari had to occasionally n** at his elbow to keep him on task. He wasn't bad at kneading the bread dough before him, but he wasn't exactly good at it either. His work was messy enough to indicate that he didn't do this often... But it wasn't quite as messy as the poor girl next to him, whose Firelizards were currently entertaining themselves by playing in the flour. He had to admit... It was a bit cute. In a way, he wished Fiari was light-hearted enough to play with them. But the green flit was more busy mother henning him...
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 4:24 pm
Tseka could hardly bother to pay attention to the people around her. She was having a lot of trouble, but she couldn't bear to try and ask for help, could she? What would hse look like? A fool. An incompetent idiot. A seventeen year old girl who couldn't bake a loaf of bread. She beat herself up on the inside. How come she couldn't get this right? The dough wouldn't work the way she wanted it to. It squished and squashed and flattened and bulged and otherwise disobeyed her every whim. Xythe and Daeok were getting more involved in their play. They had moved on to a sort of snowball fight, only with dough. She didn't stop them. They weren't hurting anyone, right? And besides, judging by the way her loaf would turn out, they were making better use of the dough than she was.
Honestly? This was a waste of time. She would much rather be doing physical labor. She could be hauling wood or flour or other tasks befitting...well, people of her size and strength. She was wasted here. Delicious smells permeated the air, but she could hardly focus on them. Her growing frustration muddled her senses, until she could hardly think straight. She was going to get in trouble. She hated that. Dreaded it. But she wouldn't avoid blame. She would fess up to her mistake. She was torn. She needed to ask for help. But she hardly ever needed to ask for it, so she was a bit out of practice. If that was a factor to be considered. Oh, how rotten this was! She couldn't blame Daeok though. He didn't know that by dragging her here, she would be put in such an uncomfortable situation.
Daeok and Xythe, mostly oblivious to Tseka's dilema, were picking up bigger and bigger handfuls, until it took both of their little hands to pick up the pieces of dough. They shrieked and squeaked with delight, jumping around and tossing up clouds of flour with each bounce and fan of their wings. This game was great! But it would be more fun with more friends to play with. And how conveniant, there just so happened to be another flit nearby. A pretty little pale green. The two grabbed little handfuls of flour, bouncing over on their hindlegs to the boy next to Tseka and his little green, chirping their invitations, and throwing flour in an attempt to coerce the other into joining.
Tseka jumped a little. <> she screamed mentally, flabberghasted at their actions! They had thrown flour all over, in an attempt to get the little green, it seemed they had gotten some on the boy. She smiled, sheepishly, trying to figure out how to begin."Please excuse them, they didn't mean to make a mess, they are just overly excitable," she explained.
Xythe and Daeok, sorry that they had caused their human agitation, slinked over to her, clambering onto their favorite perch, her shoulders; Xythe taking the left, Daeok the right, and they twined their tails around her neck. But not too tightly. They peered with curiousity at Mador and his little green, slightly confused as to what they had done wrong, but...Tseka was their human. And they wouldn't dream of contradicting her. For all their mischief, they were obediant.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 4:58 pm
For a while, Mador was content with kneading the dough before him. And then, he suddenly found himself with a face full of flour. Somewhat confused, he turned to look at the girl next to him and the now sheepish flits perched on her shoulder. Fiari, from her spot on the table, turned whirling orange eyes on the two flits, practically radiating unamusement.
Mador however, chuckled and absently wiped the flour onto his sleeve, turning to Tseka with a grin.
"It's alright. They were just having some fun. I wish Fiari could be as light hearted as those two, not that I don't love her just how she is," Mador said, moving to absently scratch Fiari's head in an attempt to calm her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 7:14 pm
Tseka shrugged and rolled her eyes, as if conveying the idea that the two were just silly little flits, and that they acted like this all of the time. Which wasn't a lie. Especially for Xythe. She had a mischievous streak a dragonlength long. It amazed Tseka that it'd taken her so long to get into any sort of trouble. Daeok was never quite as outgoing with his actions, and now that he'd been scolded, he huddled close to Tseka's shoulder, practically begging for forgiveness with his soft little whimpers and croonings. Tseka stroked his head, reaffirming her affections mentally as well, conveying to him the images of their snuggling, and her feeding him. This seemed to cheer him right up.
Xythe, the outgoing one, was curious about the other flit now. This other little green, much paler in color than she was, who seemed to be perched back. Didn't this other girl want to play? Xythe chirpped questioningly at Fiari, wiggling a little, inviting the other to come and join and play games with them.
Tseka was relieved that he didn't seem agitated or annoyed at all. Rather, he seemed good humored, and amused. She glanced at his bread, envying the ability to make it even mildly as good as his. She motioned at his loaf with a flick of her wrist. 'Would you show me how?" she questioned, trying to phrase the question so she could ask and come across as polite and friendly, but not damage her pride.
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