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30.Mar.18, 01:23 AM
For various reasons, chief among them her fairly newfound status as a goldrider (though five turns was hardly ‘recent’ anymore, really), Mulrissa had stopped spending much time with a lot of her friends. Namely her friends from when G’chal was still alive; his fellow blueriders especially. While Rissa had considered them her friends too, the combination of his death and her Impression of Bedith meant she hadn’t hung out with them in a while. So she’d set up a dinner and invited many friends, current and those she’d lost contact with, in an attempt to check in with everyone and restart old friendships where possible. Not everyone could attend, of course, but a few had expressed their intent to attend, and Mulrissa was excited at the opportunity.
The day of the dinner, an off day for her, had been spent preparing for her get-together. Mulrissa had asked one of her friends who worked in the kitchens to help her prepare a few things special, as well as make up trays to take up to her (decidedly large) weyr. She’d asked the woman to come to the dinner herself, but she’d had to decline. It had been a while since Rissa had done work in the kitchens, all her time spent with her children or her dragon, so spending part of a day cooking and making bread was nicely relaxing. Even the tiredness in her arms from kneading the dough was nice, though Rissa was glad it wasn’t part of her daily routine. She also hadn’t missed being able to keep her clothes nice and clean and free of flour and any other kitchen ingredients or foods.
Upon returning to her weyr, with the promise of food to be carried up later — Mulrissa had recruited her son and some of his fellow Candidates to assist, with the promise they could stay for dinner if they wanted — she changed into clothes that weren’t dusted with flour, being careful that none of the flour transferred from her clothes to anywhere in the room. She had cleaned the place up the night before, even convincing Ginorra to help, so there wasn’t anything left to do on the cleaning front. Even so, Mulrissa did adjust all the seating again, feeling that some sort of cleaning needed to be done that day. The dining table had been pushed against a wall to act as something of a buffet table, and the chairs that usually stood around it were placed among the two small couches and softer lounge chairs. Murlissa had even pulled out a few extra pillows to act as cushions if someone wanted to sit on the floor.
Her next task was to choose wine for the evening. She had a few bottles to choose from, a collection that had built up over the years. Since moving North Rissa had picked up more of a taste for it. The access to higher quality wines was absolutely at fault, and there were a number of fine Benden’s in her collection. A few of them even made the final cut of the bottles she pulled out for the evening, though she also included a number of less quality wines for later drinks — once you’d had a few it didn’t really matter how nice the wine was quite the same way.
Once she had a nice set of wines, placed in a large bowl with ice with a few extras on the side, Mulrissa went down to fetch Chalris and his friends (She would have asked Bedith, as she had no issue speaking to Chalris or Ginorra, but the young gold found message running beneath her if it wasn’t an emergency.). Within half an hour all the food had been brought up to her weyr and arranged to Rissa’s specifications, leaving her to hover by the door to her weyr waiting for guests to arrive.
The day of the dinner, an off day for her, had been spent preparing for her get-together. Mulrissa had asked one of her friends who worked in the kitchens to help her prepare a few things special, as well as make up trays to take up to her (decidedly large) weyr. She’d asked the woman to come to the dinner herself, but she’d had to decline. It had been a while since Rissa had done work in the kitchens, all her time spent with her children or her dragon, so spending part of a day cooking and making bread was nicely relaxing. Even the tiredness in her arms from kneading the dough was nice, though Rissa was glad it wasn’t part of her daily routine. She also hadn’t missed being able to keep her clothes nice and clean and free of flour and any other kitchen ingredients or foods.
Upon returning to her weyr, with the promise of food to be carried up later — Mulrissa had recruited her son and some of his fellow Candidates to assist, with the promise they could stay for dinner if they wanted — she changed into clothes that weren’t dusted with flour, being careful that none of the flour transferred from her clothes to anywhere in the room. She had cleaned the place up the night before, even convincing Ginorra to help, so there wasn’t anything left to do on the cleaning front. Even so, Mulrissa did adjust all the seating again, feeling that some sort of cleaning needed to be done that day. The dining table had been pushed against a wall to act as something of a buffet table, and the chairs that usually stood around it were placed among the two small couches and softer lounge chairs. Murlissa had even pulled out a few extra pillows to act as cushions if someone wanted to sit on the floor.
Her next task was to choose wine for the evening. She had a few bottles to choose from, a collection that had built up over the years. Since moving North Rissa had picked up more of a taste for it. The access to higher quality wines was absolutely at fault, and there were a number of fine Benden’s in her collection. A few of them even made the final cut of the bottles she pulled out for the evening, though she also included a number of less quality wines for later drinks — once you’d had a few it didn’t really matter how nice the wine was quite the same way.
Once she had a nice set of wines, placed in a large bowl with ice with a few extras on the side, Mulrissa went down to fetch Chalris and his friends (She would have asked Bedith, as she had no issue speaking to Chalris or Ginorra, but the young gold found message running beneath her if it wasn’t an emergency.). Within half an hour all the food had been brought up to her weyr and arranged to Rissa’s specifications, leaving her to hover by the door to her weyr waiting for guests to arrive.
