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04.May.14, 12:00 AM
Kiamyn had woke that morning, pre-dawn as usual, feeling strangely calm. She dressed in a white blouse with a deep V that hugged her curves tucked under a red skirt that hung to her ankles, and completed her outfit with a braid pinned up around her head and her typical leather boots. The morning had a slight crispness to it that suggested a cooler day but did not promise it so Kia grabbed a knit shawl just in case before heading out towards the kitchens. She always spent her mornings there as one of the first people to wake up. She started the first batch of klah and threw on an apron to begin making the weyr’s breakfast as people began trickling in behind her groggily.
By eight, Kia was moving toward the main hall, chewing on a scone, having just managed to escape a commotion in the kitchen that had the other cooks iritable. One of the main stoves had over cooked some of the meat and was spewing out small clouds of soot. Between the blackened air, and the yelling people, Kia had to shove around to do even the smallest of tasks and after five minutes, chose to remove herself and eat her well-earned breakfast. At this time of day most of the weyr was up and either eating or finishing their food. She looked around for a quiet place but before she had managed to sit down, someone called out her name.
Kiamyn turned around with surprise, scone in her mouth, klah in right hand, and plate in her left. Kia delicately dropped her scone into her plate. “Me?” she asked. A weyrling ran up to her, a bit out of breath.
“I was looking everywhere for you. Syra was looking for you and asked if I could take you to her, she says she has something she, uh, needs to give you?” He looked to the right as if he were trying to remember Syra’s exact words.
“She promised you pies, didn’t she?” Kia looked sadly down at her plate. “Okay. Give me a minute to wrap this up and then I’ll meet you.” She found out where his dragon was perched then went to her hut to grab her pack and a jacket, and was soon going between. Kia searched the beach with her eyes until she saw a spec in the distance indicating her friend. She waved at the weyrling before taking off to see Syra. “I’m here, what’s going on?” She asked, a bit breathless.
By eight, Kia was moving toward the main hall, chewing on a scone, having just managed to escape a commotion in the kitchen that had the other cooks iritable. One of the main stoves had over cooked some of the meat and was spewing out small clouds of soot. Between the blackened air, and the yelling people, Kia had to shove around to do even the smallest of tasks and after five minutes, chose to remove herself and eat her well-earned breakfast. At this time of day most of the weyr was up and either eating or finishing their food. She looked around for a quiet place but before she had managed to sit down, someone called out her name.
Kiamyn turned around with surprise, scone in her mouth, klah in right hand, and plate in her left. Kia delicately dropped her scone into her plate. “Me?” she asked. A weyrling ran up to her, a bit out of breath.
“I was looking everywhere for you. Syra was looking for you and asked if I could take you to her, she says she has something she, uh, needs to give you?” He looked to the right as if he were trying to remember Syra’s exact words.
“She promised you pies, didn’t she?” Kia looked sadly down at her plate. “Okay. Give me a minute to wrap this up and then I’ll meet you.” She found out where his dragon was perched then went to her hut to grab her pack and a jacket, and was soon going between. Kia searched the beach with her eyes until she saw a spec in the distance indicating her friend. She waved at the weyrling before taking off to see Syra. “I’m here, what’s going on?” She asked, a bit breathless.
