26.Jan.22, 07:44 AM
M’quel dressed quietly, having cleaned up, and finger brushed her hair, attempting to make it less of a wild mess. It was mostly a wasted effort, and M’quel knew she’d be heading for the bathtub once she left anyway, but she liked to look at least partially put together before she left. Thoughts of baths were put on the wayside, however, when she caught the scent of stew and her mouth watered. Smiling appreciatively, M’quel left the bedroom to join D’hys in the living area.
“Why does your cooking always smell so good?” It always tasted good, too. M’quel took her seat, and dipped the spoon into the bowl; she paused when he asked her if something had happened at the Infirmary, and her earlier irritation and frustration rose up in her once more, causing her jaw to clamp. “Yes,” she said, her tone full of irritation and disgust. She stabbed her spoon into the bowl, irritated. “One of the younger riders came in. A bronze. He had gotten burned somehow. Refused to let me look at it because I’m a girl and a green rider.” She huffed, glaring down at her bowl.
Taking in a deep breath, she lifted the spoon and finally took a mouthful of the stuff, her features lightening slightly because it was delicious. It didn’t wash away all of her irritation, though, and she puffed out a long sigh through her nose. “Why do people have to be so obnoxious?” She asked, not really expecting an answer; she knew the world was sexist and colourist, and she’d been at the butt of it before, but it had really struck a nerve when she was trying to do her job in the infirmary. The fact that someone would rather sit there in pain than to let her work her knowledge and help them.
“Why does your cooking always smell so good?” It always tasted good, too. M’quel took her seat, and dipped the spoon into the bowl; she paused when he asked her if something had happened at the Infirmary, and her earlier irritation and frustration rose up in her once more, causing her jaw to clamp. “Yes,” she said, her tone full of irritation and disgust. She stabbed her spoon into the bowl, irritated. “One of the younger riders came in. A bronze. He had gotten burned somehow. Refused to let me look at it because I’m a girl and a green rider.” She huffed, glaring down at her bowl.
Taking in a deep breath, she lifted the spoon and finally took a mouthful of the stuff, her features lightening slightly because it was delicious. It didn’t wash away all of her irritation, though, and she puffed out a long sigh through her nose. “Why do people have to be so obnoxious?” She asked, not really expecting an answer; she knew the world was sexist and colourist, and she’d been at the butt of it before, but it had really struck a nerve when she was trying to do her job in the infirmary. The fact that someone would rather sit there in pain than to let her work her knowledge and help them.