06.Jan.14, 02:52 PM
Sennia was about to apply pressure to the fish some space behind the gills when someone next to her snapped her concentration and she faltered. Luckily she didn’t make the cut as she blushed hotly, looking to see who had come to torment her. He was recognizable but not someone she’d frequently spoken with. Trel? Trelanver? Her blush darkened when she couldn’t appropriately recall his name. When he made to touch the fish, she wisely moved the knife away. The last thing she needed was to accidentally cut him in her nervousness.
Whatever tension she’d felt at his approach melted at the very silly joke. Though her blush still colored her cheeks a shade of red, Sennia smiled and even laughed softly. “They’ll only let me practice on the two. I’m not very good at it.” She cast her attention back around the kitchen, finding no one really paying them much mind. “I grew up on a farm and I’d never really had the opportunity to practice on fish until I came here… Admittedly, that was 5 turns ago.” Her attention went back to the fish that seemed to taunt her with the fact it was still whole. She was far too tense to go cutting into anything, at this rate. Her back was rigid, the lines of her body taunt. Like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and, should she even breath too hard, she’d go tumbling off the side. At least she’d pulled back her brown hair to keep it from getting into her eyes. After all, Sennia had come to do battle with the fish. Sleeves rolled up, hair out of her eyes, and committed to cutting up the fish.
She just hoped not to ruin it this time. “I never remember how to cut it, or apply the right amount of pressure and end up with bones all throughout the meat. The cooks tell me that I’m an expert at ruining fish. I’ll be brewing klah for two nights for every fish I mess up.” It had been an agreeable exchange for the opportunity to practice and saved another of the staff a night. Maybe one of the reasons no one was keen on helping a seemingly hopeless case anymore. Sennia flicked her attention back to him, trying for the life of her to recall his name. Trenalvor? That didn’t seem right. While she was trying to figure it out, it came across that she was studying him a bit too intently. Not with any amount of distaste or disdain, but rather, a very obvious curiosity. Her eyes roamed his face, trying to place the name to his eyes and mess of dark blonde hair almost hiding them.
Whatever tension she’d felt at his approach melted at the very silly joke. Though her blush still colored her cheeks a shade of red, Sennia smiled and even laughed softly. “They’ll only let me practice on the two. I’m not very good at it.” She cast her attention back around the kitchen, finding no one really paying them much mind. “I grew up on a farm and I’d never really had the opportunity to practice on fish until I came here… Admittedly, that was 5 turns ago.” Her attention went back to the fish that seemed to taunt her with the fact it was still whole. She was far too tense to go cutting into anything, at this rate. Her back was rigid, the lines of her body taunt. Like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and, should she even breath too hard, she’d go tumbling off the side. At least she’d pulled back her brown hair to keep it from getting into her eyes. After all, Sennia had come to do battle with the fish. Sleeves rolled up, hair out of her eyes, and committed to cutting up the fish.
She just hoped not to ruin it this time. “I never remember how to cut it, or apply the right amount of pressure and end up with bones all throughout the meat. The cooks tell me that I’m an expert at ruining fish. I’ll be brewing klah for two nights for every fish I mess up.” It had been an agreeable exchange for the opportunity to practice and saved another of the staff a night. Maybe one of the reasons no one was keen on helping a seemingly hopeless case anymore. Sennia flicked her attention back to him, trying for the life of her to recall his name. Trenalvor? That didn’t seem right. While she was trying to figure it out, it came across that she was studying him a bit too intently. Not with any amount of distaste or disdain, but rather, a very obvious curiosity. Her eyes roamed his face, trying to place the name to his eyes and mess of dark blonde hair almost hiding them.
Come along now, come along with me