04.Sep.13, 01:45 PM
Quenym frowned he couldn't believe that anyone wouldn't be happy to see someone they loved back. Well... Then again he had trouble believing a lot of thigs she said. It just seemed to be the way of things. He sighed and shrugged. If she said it was so, then it had to be. But Arddra was still sad and that was something that could be fixed. If they let people contact back North.
"Maybe when your dragon gets old enough you could just fly up there," he suggested lightly. "I know that it would be really dangerous, but the other riders got here that way in reverse, so it would be possible. But you would be in a lot of trouble if you got caught, so there is that." He gave a small shrug. "But like you said, not much point if no one would be happy to see you, I guess."
Grabbing a broom to sweep up the mess he had swept from the counter to the floor, Quenym made a neat pile of everything and started aiming it out the door. The wherries never seemed to mind scraps, so it would all go to them.
"Anycase, thank you for helping me out. I know I don't know much about baking, but I really want to know. It's for my adventures. And I gotta know how to do things so that if the people with me get in trouble, I can help them out. I can't be a good leader unless I can do that, you know." He nodded seriously, getting the bit of pie fillings that had fallen to the floor from his earlier argument with the bronzerider.
He finished that bit and moved back to the leftovers, sacking them and putting them back where he had find them. Mostly. Quenym couldn't remember what pots went back where, exactly, so he just stuck them back any old way, messing up the organization the drudges had so carefully constructed. The sacks were easier, with leftover redfruit going back with them and eggs with the like. "Ya know, this wasn't half-bad. I think I'm going to do it again soon. Maybe even show it off to Casa!" He exclaimed, grinning.
"Maybe when your dragon gets old enough you could just fly up there," he suggested lightly. "I know that it would be really dangerous, but the other riders got here that way in reverse, so it would be possible. But you would be in a lot of trouble if you got caught, so there is that." He gave a small shrug. "But like you said, not much point if no one would be happy to see you, I guess."
Grabbing a broom to sweep up the mess he had swept from the counter to the floor, Quenym made a neat pile of everything and started aiming it out the door. The wherries never seemed to mind scraps, so it would all go to them.
"Anycase, thank you for helping me out. I know I don't know much about baking, but I really want to know. It's for my adventures. And I gotta know how to do things so that if the people with me get in trouble, I can help them out. I can't be a good leader unless I can do that, you know." He nodded seriously, getting the bit of pie fillings that had fallen to the floor from his earlier argument with the bronzerider.
He finished that bit and moved back to the leftovers, sacking them and putting them back where he had find them. Mostly. Quenym couldn't remember what pots went back where, exactly, so he just stuck them back any old way, messing up the organization the drudges had so carefully constructed. The sacks were easier, with leftover redfruit going back with them and eggs with the like. "Ya know, this wasn't half-bad. I think I'm going to do it again soon. Maybe even show it off to Casa!" He exclaimed, grinning.