21.Jul.13, 02:29 PM
The girl stepped back and was silent as the Rider sized Quenym up. He stood there, stiff and as tall as he could. The words the Rider said made Quenym first pale with realization of how ignorant he'd been, and then turn bright red with anger about how wrong he'd been. And then his temper gave one brief, loud explosion.
He threw some of the mixings at the Rider as he started to leave the kitchen.
Then Quenym turned towards the girl, eyes wide. "He... He isn't RIGHT, is he?!" His voice quavered with disbelief and with being upset. He had been banking on being able to figure things out on his own, and here he was, totally unable to do even one of the simplest things in the kitchen.
And that made him feel downright ashamed. He shuffled from foot to foot. "Ah... If you know anything about cooking, then, I'd rather like the help." Quenym's voice was quiet, his eyes downturned towards the floor. Normally he wasn't one for humility, but between getting things so wrong and how she had shied away from the Rider, he figured it was better to suck it up.
He threw some of the mixings at the Rider as he started to leave the kitchen.
Then Quenym turned towards the girl, eyes wide. "He... He isn't RIGHT, is he?!" His voice quavered with disbelief and with being upset. He had been banking on being able to figure things out on his own, and here he was, totally unable to do even one of the simplest things in the kitchen.
And that made him feel downright ashamed. He shuffled from foot to foot. "Ah... If you know anything about cooking, then, I'd rather like the help." Quenym's voice was quiet, his eyes downturned towards the floor. Normally he wasn't one for humility, but between getting things so wrong and how she had shied away from the Rider, he figured it was better to suck it up.