12.Aug.13, 12:08 AM
It was freetime, and there was nowhere Nellaris would rather be than in the kitchen. She stood in the thick of things, kneading dough that she would make into her favorite bubbly pies later. There was a smear of flour under her eye and a smudge on the apron she'd donned to cover her clothes. Her sleeves were rolled up past her elbows and her palms were sticky with dough.
She wasn't necessarily supposed to be working, but Nell was often bored during free time. She didn't understand what she was meant to do with extra time. She had seen her peers play games and sneak away to unknown parts of the Weyr, but it held little appeal for her. Playing games wasn't productive. It didn't result in something you could see and feel and touch. Not like baking.
Smiling at the prospect of warm bubbly pies, she broke off pieces of dough and began forming them into round balls, which she placed neatly on the tray in front of her. Nell glanced up every now and then to ensure that the cook hadn't seen her yet. That woman was of the mind that well-rested individuals were the best workers, and she didn't like seeing Nell there when she was meant to have left. "When you're tired you'll make mistakes, and mistakes in a kitchen lead to burned fingers." Nell had heard it often enough, but she didn't heed the warning.
As if Nell could make mistakes! Practice made perfect. She was just practicing, after all. Nell simply couldn't see the harm in working when she wasn't supposed to.
She wasn't necessarily supposed to be working, but Nell was often bored during free time. She didn't understand what she was meant to do with extra time. She had seen her peers play games and sneak away to unknown parts of the Weyr, but it held little appeal for her. Playing games wasn't productive. It didn't result in something you could see and feel and touch. Not like baking.
Smiling at the prospect of warm bubbly pies, she broke off pieces of dough and began forming them into round balls, which she placed neatly on the tray in front of her. Nell glanced up every now and then to ensure that the cook hadn't seen her yet. That woman was of the mind that well-rested individuals were the best workers, and she didn't like seeing Nell there when she was meant to have left. "When you're tired you'll make mistakes, and mistakes in a kitchen lead to burned fingers." Nell had heard it often enough, but she didn't heed the warning.
As if Nell could make mistakes! Practice made perfect. She was just practicing, after all. Nell simply couldn't see the harm in working when she wasn't supposed to.