28.Apr.19, 09:38 AM
It was probably silly, or perhaps mean, of her but she always liked when R’nya looked stumped. He always came across as well put together and knowing everything that when she saw confusion or doubt, it made him feel far more human and she felt less like a screw up. She liked it even better when an idea came to her that he hadn’t considered, like the idea of teaching the girls weaving and tailoring. She hadn’t quite thought about dealing with the actual Hall, but she had planted the seed and she was proud. Now, as she nibbled her snack, Rhaedalyn got to watch R’nya work out the new problems that would no doubt come with the ideas.
She had already come up with an idea for the weaving but waited to see what R’nya would come up with or if he would ask for help. She had learned long ago that she didn’t have to wait for that, though. R’nya appreciated her way of thinking and offering insight, even if it hadn’t been solicited. They worked well together and Rhaedalyn was yet again thankful for finding a man that both loved her for all her quirks and respected her enough to take what she said seriously.
A few more little stacks she had created were consumed as she worked out her own solution and whether it was actually a good one or not when R’nya finally put forth a question and one she hadn’t been expecting. “No, my love,” Rhaedalyn couldn’t help it and giggled softly at his missing facts when it came to Halls. She had to remember he was weyrbred and despite now being Weyrleader, that didn’t mean he knew every Hall or Hold in the land or had any reason to know. Cooks existed, what else was there to know? “Everyone with magical skills in the kitchen learn from… well, like a secret master that you have to prove your worth to. They are all apparently very catty and don’t trust each other so a Hall was never formed.” She knew some of the cooks even in the Weyr could be that way and she sometimes felt sorry for the drudges and anyone brave enough to ask for lessons. But she also knew of kind and open bakers, like C’dhin. Oh, she hoped he shared his secrets with people. It would be a shame to lose his techniques and recipes. The same went with D’hys and his way with stews and bread. Those men were wonders!
“Also, to answer your unspoken earlier questions,” Rhaedalyn paused to sip her wine, purposely giving R’nya a chance to digest what she had said about cooking and catch up to her shift in topic. “What if you offer the Weavecraft the flowers specific to the southern island? There are some vibrant shades they would love for dyes but they won’t have easy access to getting them. With our dragons, we often forget how hard it is to travel when you can’t do it with a thought. I’ve never been on a ship so I asked R’nd to tell me stories once and he said sailing is slow and a trip to Katila could take a month!” She didn’t believe him at first but when he explained it further and compared it to travel by horse or even just by foot crossing the Lower Bowl verses doing so soaring on a dragon, she started to get a better grasp on distance and travel time.
She had already come up with an idea for the weaving but waited to see what R’nya would come up with or if he would ask for help. She had learned long ago that she didn’t have to wait for that, though. R’nya appreciated her way of thinking and offering insight, even if it hadn’t been solicited. They worked well together and Rhaedalyn was yet again thankful for finding a man that both loved her for all her quirks and respected her enough to take what she said seriously.
A few more little stacks she had created were consumed as she worked out her own solution and whether it was actually a good one or not when R’nya finally put forth a question and one she hadn’t been expecting. “No, my love,” Rhaedalyn couldn’t help it and giggled softly at his missing facts when it came to Halls. She had to remember he was weyrbred and despite now being Weyrleader, that didn’t mean he knew every Hall or Hold in the land or had any reason to know. Cooks existed, what else was there to know? “Everyone with magical skills in the kitchen learn from… well, like a secret master that you have to prove your worth to. They are all apparently very catty and don’t trust each other so a Hall was never formed.” She knew some of the cooks even in the Weyr could be that way and she sometimes felt sorry for the drudges and anyone brave enough to ask for lessons. But she also knew of kind and open bakers, like C’dhin. Oh, she hoped he shared his secrets with people. It would be a shame to lose his techniques and recipes. The same went with D’hys and his way with stews and bread. Those men were wonders!
“Also, to answer your unspoken earlier questions,” Rhaedalyn paused to sip her wine, purposely giving R’nya a chance to digest what she had said about cooking and catch up to her shift in topic. “What if you offer the Weavecraft the flowers specific to the southern island? There are some vibrant shades they would love for dyes but they won’t have easy access to getting them. With our dragons, we often forget how hard it is to travel when you can’t do it with a thought. I’ve never been on a ship so I asked R’nd to tell me stories once and he said sailing is slow and a trip to Katila could take a month!” She didn’t believe him at first but when he explained it further and compared it to travel by horse or even just by foot crossing the Lower Bowl verses doing so soaring on a dragon, she started to get a better grasp on distance and travel time.