09.Dec.18, 12:44 PM
"Syrendryth, make sure my broody brother finds a cute girl to spend the day with while I spend mine with a cute boy," Mylorah laughed at T'ryn's exasperated expression and then the eye roll that was likely caused by the dragon replying solely to his rider. She blew them both a kiss and skipped off to find her date for the day. It really wasn't a date date, though it was C'dhin and she wouldn't be adverse to finishing their baking lessons in bed if he was interested. She wondered if Misharan had finally hooked up with the greenrider and would definitely be asking her friend later. After all, if she didn't burn down C'dhin's weyr and managed to leave with something edible, Misharan was going to get some of the goodies before returning to Ista.
She really, desperately, wanted to be able to bake at least one thing. She tried over and over in recent turns and even when she thought it turned out well... apparently it didn't. How could she know she grabbed salt instead of sugar that one time? And why was it so hard to get the right consistency that would bake the right way? Cake soup was gross. There was the rare time or two where what she made ended up looking edible and even tasted pretty good but she could never recall how she made that happen, even when she followed a recipe written down. C'dhin was a baking legend so if he couldn't help her, then no one could, and she'd have to give up on this faucet of domesticness as well.
Surprisingly, she didn't have to beg C'dhin for the lessons. Everyone knew how much he enjoyed his time in his kitchen but Mylorah didn't think sharing his secrets would come so easily. Wasn't that against the baker craft's code or something? Then again, he really wasn't a part of the craft since he was Stolen so long ago so maybe part of making peace with everything --or simply just revenge for being shunned by family and craft, if that happened--was to share everything he knew with anyone that asked.
She knocked on his door and let herself in, knowing she was expected and wouldn't be wandering in on something she shouldn't be. Her jacket was removed and left on a chair and when she saw C'dhin, she smiled and stood at attention. "Junior Apprentice Mylorah reporting for lessons, sir!" She had no idea if she even said the rank right, drawing on memories of chatting with crafters in the past. She could recall a lot about the people, including the craft they were in and what they specialized in, but for some reason, the ranks never stuck in her head.
She really, desperately, wanted to be able to bake at least one thing. She tried over and over in recent turns and even when she thought it turned out well... apparently it didn't. How could she know she grabbed salt instead of sugar that one time? And why was it so hard to get the right consistency that would bake the right way? Cake soup was gross. There was the rare time or two where what she made ended up looking edible and even tasted pretty good but she could never recall how she made that happen, even when she followed a recipe written down. C'dhin was a baking legend so if he couldn't help her, then no one could, and she'd have to give up on this faucet of domesticness as well.
Surprisingly, she didn't have to beg C'dhin for the lessons. Everyone knew how much he enjoyed his time in his kitchen but Mylorah didn't think sharing his secrets would come so easily. Wasn't that against the baker craft's code or something? Then again, he really wasn't a part of the craft since he was Stolen so long ago so maybe part of making peace with everything --or simply just revenge for being shunned by family and craft, if that happened--was to share everything he knew with anyone that asked.
She knocked on his door and let herself in, knowing she was expected and wouldn't be wandering in on something she shouldn't be. Her jacket was removed and left on a chair and when she saw C'dhin, she smiled and stood at attention. "Junior Apprentice Mylorah reporting for lessons, sir!" She had no idea if she even said the rank right, drawing on memories of chatting with crafters in the past. She could recall a lot about the people, including the craft they were in and what they specialized in, but for some reason, the ranks never stuck in her head.