24.Apr.13, 09:15 AM
Kahleena stared blankly at Oahvakeen, the young woman simply unable to comprehend a man that so insistently wanted to learn how to move his way through the kitchen like a woman. Of course, there were men that passed through the hot and work insistent area, but those were men carrying out proper manly jobs – like butchering the beasts, or bringing in fuel to burn in the fire; or they were men who were doing what Kahleena mostly expected of men in the kitchen to be doing: filching food!
Brown eyes widened in the girls face when the man reached over to grab a funnel, and tip it onto his head. Shock was foremost on her features, before her lip twitched and a soft giggle fluttered free. Her cheeks immediately stained in embarrassment at laughing at the actions of the fellow, but Kahleena couldn’t help it! He was so odd! Was he being serious? Perhaps this whole ordeal was a test! Perhaps he was making sure that the women in the kitchens were doing their dues and not trying to hand their work off onto men! That would mean they were passing, right? Confusion flickered once more behind her eyes and Kahleena shifted anxiously in her seat.
Then Oahvakeen was making a most outrageous statement and Kahleena sat back in her seat, chin lifting indignantly as she stared at Oahvakeen with disdain. Her? His mate? “I do,” she responded loftily, frowning at the man with a displeased expression. Was that what he was up to? Trying to find himself a bedroom mate in the kitchen? What was with all the desire to learn then? He was making no sense at all! Kahleena sniffed indignantly and frowned at the man for a moment longer before pointedly turning around and going back to her task, sorely insulted. She was married!
Not truly, dear, Okalinath put in, her voice gentle but pointed. And you are being terribly rude. I do not think he intended to offend you, dearheart. See? He just wants help with a task he’s been given. The gold dragon poked at Kahleena gently with mental jabs until the girl composed herself and turned around once more, her expression slightly more civil than it had been when she’d turned her back, but just barely. For all her timidity, it was quite clear that Kahleena took her personal life quite seriously, and was disinclined to take any indication of gossip about it well.
“Why don’t you just find the good ones we already have, look at them, and then copy them? You don’t need to know how to use them, to make them, surely?” Kahleean’s voice was confused, her frown puzzled as she tilted her head at Oahvakeen, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand as she continued. “One doesn’t need to know how to make a quill to use it, or paper to write on it.” She shrugged slightly. She still didn’t understand why he wanted to know how to use the implements. Knowing how to use them wouldn’t help him make them better – at least, not in her mind.
Brown eyes widened in the girls face when the man reached over to grab a funnel, and tip it onto his head. Shock was foremost on her features, before her lip twitched and a soft giggle fluttered free. Her cheeks immediately stained in embarrassment at laughing at the actions of the fellow, but Kahleena couldn’t help it! He was so odd! Was he being serious? Perhaps this whole ordeal was a test! Perhaps he was making sure that the women in the kitchens were doing their dues and not trying to hand their work off onto men! That would mean they were passing, right? Confusion flickered once more behind her eyes and Kahleena shifted anxiously in her seat.
Then Oahvakeen was making a most outrageous statement and Kahleena sat back in her seat, chin lifting indignantly as she stared at Oahvakeen with disdain. Her? His mate? “I do,” she responded loftily, frowning at the man with a displeased expression. Was that what he was up to? Trying to find himself a bedroom mate in the kitchen? What was with all the desire to learn then? He was making no sense at all! Kahleena sniffed indignantly and frowned at the man for a moment longer before pointedly turning around and going back to her task, sorely insulted. She was married!
Not truly, dear, Okalinath put in, her voice gentle but pointed. And you are being terribly rude. I do not think he intended to offend you, dearheart. See? He just wants help with a task he’s been given. The gold dragon poked at Kahleena gently with mental jabs until the girl composed herself and turned around once more, her expression slightly more civil than it had been when she’d turned her back, but just barely. For all her timidity, it was quite clear that Kahleena took her personal life quite seriously, and was disinclined to take any indication of gossip about it well.
“Why don’t you just find the good ones we already have, look at them, and then copy them? You don’t need to know how to use them, to make them, surely?” Kahleean’s voice was confused, her frown puzzled as she tilted her head at Oahvakeen, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand as she continued. “One doesn’t need to know how to make a quill to use it, or paper to write on it.” She shrugged slightly. She still didn’t understand why he wanted to know how to use the implements. Knowing how to use them wouldn’t help him make them better – at least, not in her mind.