Post by Kiran on Nov 20, 2013 0:43:45 GMT -5
Hespera worked hard, almost mechanically, as she helped make the bread for the evening meals. This was a bit new for her. Well, not new per say, she had made bread before and had worked as a Candidate before. New as in this was a new kitchen in a new weyr on a new continent. Very different! It was like the bread she was making was entirely new, to boot. Which it was, it hadn't been made until she had put the ingredients together. All in all, it made for an excellent, amazing new day!
Hespera pounded at the dough happily, counting how many times absentmindedly as she looked around the room with bright eyes. Along with a new weyr, that meant new people and new dragons and new rooms and new habits and practices and oh, it was so exciting! Especially since that meant new and exciting places to explore and stories to hear. Scary ones, each and every one. Like how she had heard that there was a fire in the kitchen - the very one she was standing in, how amazing since she didn't even see a sign of it - and perhaps the souls of those who had died came back from Between to lazy and absentminded workers to scare them and make sure another fire didn't happen again!
"Where do you think they hide? The ovens? They seem a little small, but I suppose that doesn't matter if you're dead. I don't think I'd really care either, would you?" Hespera focused on the candidate next to her, giving a bright grin as she posed her question. She had forgotten that her earlier conversion with herself had been silent and that they wouldn't have any clue what she was talking about. But a good conversation didn't necessarily have to have logic to it, right? As long as both people liked it, who cared!
Thinking on the fate of those souls made the gears turn in Hespera's head, however wobbly and needing grease they were. "But I suppose if the sparks got them then perhaps they prefer to hide in the storerooms, but what can scare people in there? Though mice are rather scary if they pop out, and I think yesterday I caught some weyrbrats sneaking stuff from the storerooms. Is that something I should be reporting? They looked like they were having such fun and I can't blame them for liking sweets." Her conversation followed a logic that only the candidate knew and could follow. Well, except for her twin, he always was good at knowing what she was getting at, but he wasn't there, now was he? Hespera felt her spirits fall a bit at that but soldiered on.
"I like sweets a bit but not like those brats, considering how many sweets they were taking. Do you like them? Oh, I'm Hespera. What's your name?" Finally her mind caught onto something that she needed before the conversation could go much further, the barest scrap of logic that caught in her gears and made her focus back on the moment and the person at hand. She started peeling off bits of dough and shaping them into loaves as she waited for the other person to introduce themselves.
Hespera pounded at the dough happily, counting how many times absentmindedly as she looked around the room with bright eyes. Along with a new weyr, that meant new people and new dragons and new rooms and new habits and practices and oh, it was so exciting! Especially since that meant new and exciting places to explore and stories to hear. Scary ones, each and every one. Like how she had heard that there was a fire in the kitchen - the very one she was standing in, how amazing since she didn't even see a sign of it - and perhaps the souls of those who had died came back from Between to lazy and absentminded workers to scare them and make sure another fire didn't happen again!
"Where do you think they hide? The ovens? They seem a little small, but I suppose that doesn't matter if you're dead. I don't think I'd really care either, would you?" Hespera focused on the candidate next to her, giving a bright grin as she posed her question. She had forgotten that her earlier conversion with herself had been silent and that they wouldn't have any clue what she was talking about. But a good conversation didn't necessarily have to have logic to it, right? As long as both people liked it, who cared!
Thinking on the fate of those souls made the gears turn in Hespera's head, however wobbly and needing grease they were. "But I suppose if the sparks got them then perhaps they prefer to hide in the storerooms, but what can scare people in there? Though mice are rather scary if they pop out, and I think yesterday I caught some weyrbrats sneaking stuff from the storerooms. Is that something I should be reporting? They looked like they were having such fun and I can't blame them for liking sweets." Her conversation followed a logic that only the candidate knew and could follow. Well, except for her twin, he always was good at knowing what she was getting at, but he wasn't there, now was he? Hespera felt her spirits fall a bit at that but soldiered on.
"I like sweets a bit but not like those brats, considering how many sweets they were taking. Do you like them? Oh, I'm Hespera. What's your name?" Finally her mind caught onto something that she needed before the conversation could go much further, the barest scrap of logic that caught in her gears and made her focus back on the moment and the person at hand. She started peeling off bits of dough and shaping them into loaves as she waited for the other person to introduce themselves.
