02.Nov.20, 02:47 AM
There was a lot to take in but seeing it all come together was fascinating to watch and made A'tay excited for the final product. He worried when Zelly had him be in charge of adding the various spices but she was there guiding him and telling him to sample it regularly so they could keep an eye on the flavour. It all made sense and he started to relax enough to see how cooking could be fun and wished he had offered to help more when his mom made them meals. He'd get to make it up to her soon!
"That's good! Would more garlic be bad?" A'tay had taken some notes on what worked well together and which spices were always best in smaller quantities but he felt like you couldn't go wrong with more garlic.
His attention split from garlic to Katila as A'tay tried to find the best way to describe Katila and his time there. "I was born in Katila. It was pretty amazing, to be honest. Lots of little huts surrounded by jungle with a stream near but a long walk to the lake. Everyone kind of thinks of the time in Katila as hiding out since the real exile lasted for several years before that."
He only had tales from the older riders to go off of since he never went through it himself but he couldn't imagine the loneliness many of them felt or the despair it seemed almost everyone felt. "My dad was around thirteen when the plague sent them all South. They were told to stay away from others in case a dragon got sick and spread it through the survivors. He was still a Candidate and his Searchrider asked him to go with him. No one believed it would be so long and my dad says he never fit in at the Hold so he stayed with R'jit and Gamalieth."
"That's good! Would more garlic be bad?" A'tay had taken some notes on what worked well together and which spices were always best in smaller quantities but he felt like you couldn't go wrong with more garlic.
His attention split from garlic to Katila as A'tay tried to find the best way to describe Katila and his time there. "I was born in Katila. It was pretty amazing, to be honest. Lots of little huts surrounded by jungle with a stream near but a long walk to the lake. Everyone kind of thinks of the time in Katila as hiding out since the real exile lasted for several years before that."
He only had tales from the older riders to go off of since he never went through it himself but he couldn't imagine the loneliness many of them felt or the despair it seemed almost everyone felt. "My dad was around thirteen when the plague sent them all South. They were told to stay away from others in case a dragon got sick and spread it through the survivors. He was still a Candidate and his Searchrider asked him to go with him. No one believed it would be so long and my dad says he never fit in at the Hold so he stayed with R'jit and Gamalieth."