08.Aug.13, 01:22 AM
She looked over the paintings finding them quite good. Far better than she could ever do. It was nice to look at the paintings while V'riy was checking dinner. Arddra wondered where his friend was who did these paintings. Was he up north still? Did he think V'riy was long dead or assume he was alive?
When he returned and accepted the repaired shirt, she gave a slight smile as he praised her for the quality of the repair. "Thank you V'riy."
Then he was gone again to put the shirt away followed by another trip to the kitchen. Arddra started to feel like she should be doing something, setting the table or offering to serve him the stew. She was starting to walk towards the kitchenette when she saw he had already set the table and was ladling stew into the first bowl.
His explanation about why he knew how to cook and serve did make sense. Stepping forward she took a seat, the smell of the stew winning over her hesitation.
"It has been a really long time since anybody had served me dinner," Arddra admitted. In truth she had been but a child when she was last served a meal. By the time her cycle started she was helping her mother with the cooking and cleaning. After that she took care of her husband, Fosorcim. Then she realized the style of stew he made. How did he know? There was no way he would have known he would be here, so there was no way he could have anticipated being here.
Without another word she turned her attention to the stew and picked up the spoon and dipped into the thick stew. Blowing on it to cool it, she sampled it. Garlic was definitely missing as he had said which was a shame for she did enjoy garlic. Besides that it was very close to the stew she served to Fosorcim and was served to her by her mother. She gave a soft sigh.
"It is very good," Arddra said, deciding not to mention it would be better with the items he skipped. "It has been some time since I had Fort Hold stew not since I was brought here to be exact."
She took another mouthful and chewed silently. The meat was nicely tender and flavorful. Reaching over she selected a roll and tore it open with her hands, letting the crumbs fall into the stew. Taking a piece she dipped it into the stew, the best way to eat Fort Hold Stew as far as she was concerned. As she ate she took small glance at V'riy, wanting to trust him. For the first time she realized she wanted to be able to trust this dragonrider. He was kind and to be perfectly honest he was also quite handsome. And here he was serving her stew made in the style of her home. Arddra wanted to go home, even if it was just a short visit. As much as she missed home she also wanted to Impress a dragon. Fosorcim was likely long dead and her heart convinced of this fact. But she wasn't 100% sure and till she was Arddra knew she could never truly accept her life here now and focus on the future.
When he returned and accepted the repaired shirt, she gave a slight smile as he praised her for the quality of the repair. "Thank you V'riy."
Then he was gone again to put the shirt away followed by another trip to the kitchen. Arddra started to feel like she should be doing something, setting the table or offering to serve him the stew. She was starting to walk towards the kitchenette when she saw he had already set the table and was ladling stew into the first bowl.
His explanation about why he knew how to cook and serve did make sense. Stepping forward she took a seat, the smell of the stew winning over her hesitation.
"It has been a really long time since anybody had served me dinner," Arddra admitted. In truth she had been but a child when she was last served a meal. By the time her cycle started she was helping her mother with the cooking and cleaning. After that she took care of her husband, Fosorcim. Then she realized the style of stew he made. How did he know? There was no way he would have known he would be here, so there was no way he could have anticipated being here.
Without another word she turned her attention to the stew and picked up the spoon and dipped into the thick stew. Blowing on it to cool it, she sampled it. Garlic was definitely missing as he had said which was a shame for she did enjoy garlic. Besides that it was very close to the stew she served to Fosorcim and was served to her by her mother. She gave a soft sigh.
"It is very good," Arddra said, deciding not to mention it would be better with the items he skipped. "It has been some time since I had Fort Hold stew not since I was brought here to be exact."
She took another mouthful and chewed silently. The meat was nicely tender and flavorful. Reaching over she selected a roll and tore it open with her hands, letting the crumbs fall into the stew. Taking a piece she dipped it into the stew, the best way to eat Fort Hold Stew as far as she was concerned. As she ate she took small glance at V'riy, wanting to trust him. For the first time she realized she wanted to be able to trust this dragonrider. He was kind and to be perfectly honest he was also quite handsome. And here he was serving her stew made in the style of her home. Arddra wanted to go home, even if it was just a short visit. As much as she missed home she also wanted to Impress a dragon. Fosorcim was likely long dead and her heart convinced of this fact. But she wasn't 100% sure and till she was Arddra knew she could never truly accept her life here now and focus on the future.