28.Jul.13, 07:54 AM
"Food. Right," Nell said. She picked up her fork again and poked at the ill-seasoned tubers, finally spearing one and chewing thoughtfully. As she chewed, she glanced around, attempting to take note of the number of people in the room to see if she could judge how long she'd been there and when she'd need to leave.
It occurred to her then--as she had a chance to reflect--that it was strange that a bronze rider should request her company at a meal. It hadn't happened before that she could remember. Most of her interaction with bronze or goldriders was when they came to the kitchens to request something, or she was asked to take a tray up to one of them. They didn't actively seek her out. Those dragonriders that did attend to her--well, usually she didn't want their attentions.
So what did R'nya want? It looked like he was perfectly contented to watch her continue to make a fool of herself. She frowned into her plate and picked up her bread roll. She would never ask him, but perhaps she could enquire about him in the kitchens a bit later. She was certain she'd heard his name whispered about before. She hated not knowing what someone wanted--that's why she enjoyed working in the kitchens. There was never any doubt that someone wanted the bubbly pies to be made, or the tubers boiled, or the klah refreshed in the dining hall... People were so much more complicated than food.
Chewing and swallowing a bite of her breadroll, she gestured toward the door. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I really ought to be heading back soon. I'm usually only gone for a few minutes." She didn't mention that she was meant to take longer breaks, anyway, and her plate was still half-full.
It occurred to her then--as she had a chance to reflect--that it was strange that a bronze rider should request her company at a meal. It hadn't happened before that she could remember. Most of her interaction with bronze or goldriders was when they came to the kitchens to request something, or she was asked to take a tray up to one of them. They didn't actively seek her out. Those dragonriders that did attend to her--well, usually she didn't want their attentions.
So what did R'nya want? It looked like he was perfectly contented to watch her continue to make a fool of herself. She frowned into her plate and picked up her bread roll. She would never ask him, but perhaps she could enquire about him in the kitchens a bit later. She was certain she'd heard his name whispered about before. She hated not knowing what someone wanted--that's why she enjoyed working in the kitchens. There was never any doubt that someone wanted the bubbly pies to be made, or the tubers boiled, or the klah refreshed in the dining hall... People were so much more complicated than food.
Chewing and swallowing a bite of her breadroll, she gestured toward the door. "I don't mean to sound rude, but I really ought to be heading back soon. I'm usually only gone for a few minutes." She didn't mention that she was meant to take longer breaks, anyway, and her plate was still half-full.