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31.Dec.13, 10:35 PM
"So I found him like that, and all I could say was 'That's not how you skin something'." The small troupe of men entered the kitchen laughing at the joke, they were all in a good mood because they were happy to be back. Their hunting trip had taken longer than they had hoped, night had fallen and they had still been out in the forest. Snatching one of the women who came over to relieve them of their game, Firah twirled her around with a chuckle. While the woman protested she had a smile on her face. Over the turns he'd been there the Beastcrafter had fostered a good relationship with the women who worked there on a daily basis, so they knew his antics were almost always friendly in nature. With a grin he and the other men helped to pass over their catch. They had managed to take down quite a few of the smaller animals around the Weyr, they might not have gotten anything big but to them it had still been a successful hunt. The Weyr would have meat without having to sacrifice one of the domesticated animals, which was a plus in anyone's book.
Once everything was handed over Firah stayed behind as the other men filed out of the kitchen to go about their nightly tasks, whatever they may be. It wasn't unusual for him to offer to help the kitchen workers a hand in skinning the animals he brought in but tonight they waved him off as most of the catch didn't take that long to prepare. With a shrug he gave the oldest of the kitchen workers a kiss on the cheek before heading toward the door with a wave. It was then that he noticed a vaguely familiar woman scrubbing at a large pile of dishes. He couldn't see her face but something about her nagged at him. Firah stood there for a second before sighing. And while he hated doing dishes he could tell that the sack was going to be a little much for one person to do. He really was too nice of a person sometimes. Rolling up his sleeves a bit more the Beastcrafter walked over to the girl. While his clothes and arms were covered in a fine layer of dirt, his hands were relatively clean after having needed to wash the blood off after they got back.
Skirting just behind the girl he came to stand at the edge of the tub. "Oh, it is you Sennia. I thought I recognized your hair." Firah leaned against the table with a smile. "Need some help? Looks like you got a real job a head of you." He now slightly less minded offering to help with the dishes. He'd gone through Candidate lessons with Sennia and occasionally chatted with her in passing, so he didn't mind spending some time helping her do a tedious task. It helped that she was also one of the Stolen, he tended to be more inclined to socialize and open up around those who shared that in common with him.
Once everything was handed over Firah stayed behind as the other men filed out of the kitchen to go about their nightly tasks, whatever they may be. It wasn't unusual for him to offer to help the kitchen workers a hand in skinning the animals he brought in but tonight they waved him off as most of the catch didn't take that long to prepare. With a shrug he gave the oldest of the kitchen workers a kiss on the cheek before heading toward the door with a wave. It was then that he noticed a vaguely familiar woman scrubbing at a large pile of dishes. He couldn't see her face but something about her nagged at him. Firah stood there for a second before sighing. And while he hated doing dishes he could tell that the sack was going to be a little much for one person to do. He really was too nice of a person sometimes. Rolling up his sleeves a bit more the Beastcrafter walked over to the girl. While his clothes and arms were covered in a fine layer of dirt, his hands were relatively clean after having needed to wash the blood off after they got back.
Skirting just behind the girl he came to stand at the edge of the tub. "Oh, it is you Sennia. I thought I recognized your hair." Firah leaned against the table with a smile. "Need some help? Looks like you got a real job a head of you." He now slightly less minded offering to help with the dishes. He'd gone through Candidate lessons with Sennia and occasionally chatted with her in passing, so he didn't mind spending some time helping her do a tedious task. It helped that she was also one of the Stolen, he tended to be more inclined to socialize and open up around those who shared that in common with him.
