05.Sep.13, 06:11 PM
Shaking her short blond hair back out of her face, she considered what Vaeyla had said. Southern Boll - that was up North. She had a very basic understanding of the Northern lands, nothing detailed; the teachers never really spent much time discussing it, as they seemed to think it was impractical. "Tell me more about where you're from," she asked simply, head tilted curiously at Vaeyla. "Is the weather different? What does the land look like?" The tubers were starting to go a bit faster now, and she continued peeling until she smelled the sweet scent of pies.
"Mmm! They are done!" She dropped the tubers without a second thought, bolting to the ovens and carefully lifting each treasured pastry out and onto a counter. She hissed when the heat caught her fingers, waving them to cool them between each pie. At last, they were all out, and the smell of fruit rose to fill the kitchen. She sighed in admiration, examining each one before picking out the finest of the bunch and carefully carrying it over to where Vaeyla was standing. "Tada!" she said with a beam, setting it down and picking the tubers back up to help finish what she promised she would.