01.Feb.12, 03:29 AM
For once Par'a was out of her hut in a relatively calm state. Grith was nowhere to be seen and Par'a felt well rested. Despite her early rising and intentions to groom herself, she had already caught the scent of food and abandoned her plans. Eyes half closed and hair frizzy to a tee, Par'a was walking with her nose held high and forward towards the dining hall. She entered just as Lymsleia was walking past with her potato bake, the smell captivating her completely. Taking note of where she was headed, Par'a quickly darted over to the serving tables and snatched up a plate, heaping it high with spiced sausages and grabbing a jug of iced klah.
Arriving at the slowly-populating table, Par'a sat directly in front of the ceramic dish and set her plate down. Without asking she dug into the dish, taking a large serving for herself. Taking a mouthful she let out a sigh, finally turning to the others she had joined.
"A perfect complement for these spicy sausages! Did you make this?" Par'a grinned excitedly as she continued to shove more of the meal into her mouth, delight scribbled across her entire face. A few mouthfuls later she paused, realising she didn't clearly recognise Lymsleia and had completely forgotten who Talian was. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. Par'a's the name! Aaand… I'm no good with faces, what's your name again?"
Before they had the chance to reply she had shovelled several more mouthfuls of food into her cavern of a mouth, giggling at the sheer deliciousness of it. Pausing, a piece of sausage halfway to her mouth, Par'a sat still and listened for a moment. In the silence that proceeded she turned to Kerrin, tilting her head.
"By the way, you haven't seen Grith this morning have you? I haven't heard from her this morning." Par'a continued to wolf her food down, her eyes flicking back and forth amongst her companions. As Talian's shaky hand reached to his neck she frowned, the way he held his hand meant he was checking something. Perhaps it was sore or he was checking his pulse? "You're not sick are you? I don't do sick." She paused, reflecting on what she'd said. "I couldn't heal a wherry if I tried." She elaborated, nodding with satisfaction and resuming her meal.
Arriving at the slowly-populating table, Par'a sat directly in front of the ceramic dish and set her plate down. Without asking she dug into the dish, taking a large serving for herself. Taking a mouthful she let out a sigh, finally turning to the others she had joined.
"A perfect complement for these spicy sausages! Did you make this?" Par'a grinned excitedly as she continued to shove more of the meal into her mouth, delight scribbled across her entire face. A few mouthfuls later she paused, realising she didn't clearly recognise Lymsleia and had completely forgotten who Talian was. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. Par'a's the name! Aaand… I'm no good with faces, what's your name again?"
Before they had the chance to reply she had shovelled several more mouthfuls of food into her cavern of a mouth, giggling at the sheer deliciousness of it. Pausing, a piece of sausage halfway to her mouth, Par'a sat still and listened for a moment. In the silence that proceeded she turned to Kerrin, tilting her head.
"By the way, you haven't seen Grith this morning have you? I haven't heard from her this morning." Par'a continued to wolf her food down, her eyes flicking back and forth amongst her companions. As Talian's shaky hand reached to his neck she frowned, the way he held his hand meant he was checking something. Perhaps it was sore or he was checking his pulse? "You're not sick are you? I don't do sick." She paused, reflecting on what she'd said. "I couldn't heal a wherry if I tried." She elaborated, nodding with satisfaction and resuming her meal.
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