Completed Chopping and Cooking (Or Trying To)

[Syveris]

90th of Fall, 513 AV

Syveris hated to cook. It had been this way since the very first time she had tried, and it hand't changed at all. And there was never a need for her to learn. The Avora knew that, in an emergency, she would probably burn everything, but at least she wouldn't starve. So, there never was a good motive for her. She liked the food that was cooked, and she could eat from it and, in retribution, she would just focus on her work and try to do her best for Wind Reach.

But, this day, she was walking to the Kitchens, not with the intention of eating, but for cooking. Or helping someone else to cook. The reason was the same one that had dragged her to the Kitchens during Summer: Arin. Only, this time, her friend was dead, and she was going alone.

Two days before, she and Turrin had searched for the Chiet in the Infirmary, in the Enclave, everywhere she could think that maybe Arin would be at. In the end, she had given up and gone to his room in the Darniva Commonrooms. The door was answered by a woman, but a different one that Syveris had seen going out of Arin's room the season before. She had obviously been crying, and the Avora was afraid of the worst. And the worst it was.

Arin had died during the storm, because for some reason he had gone to the Eagle's Aeries. His partner also didn't know the reason, only that he had left a letter for her. Syveris had been terrified of the contents, and it was still laying on her table, untouched. Then, the day before, she had cried again, blamed every God she could name, until Virat took her to his room and talked to her. It was a good talk, and her heart was feeling much lighter now.

But she still missed Arin's company, even more now, that she knew she wouldn't be able to ever get again. So, she was walking to the Kitchen now, willing to help in there, so she could at least have the illusion that she was with her friend, just like the time they had cooked together. Well, tried to cook, anyway.

The Avora smiled, sad, entering the Communal Kitchens. She could do it. More importantly, she would feel better doing it.

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[Syveris]

Syveris entered the Kitchens, seeing people walk around, busy in on task or another. The Avora looked around for Chef Davoid. She might hate cooking, but even her knew who the woman was. She would just talk with the Chef and ask to be assigned somewhere, probably to help to prepare the soup. It didn't really matter, Syveris only wanted to cook for the day, although that was something she never thought she would do again.

"Stop looking around and work. Or are you here for something else?" Syveris turned in the direction of the stern voice, and almost flinched when she saw the imposing red haired woman. The Avora didn't know why, but the woman always made her flinch when she was a Yasi, and the reaction remained even now.

"I came to help, yeah." she whispered, before straightening up and trying to sound more confident. "Just to chop some vegetables, though. I can't really cook."

"Then go peel some potatoes." Chef Davoid sent a stern glance at her, pointing to another chef, probably the one making the soup, and turning around to resume the task she had been doing before. Syveris shivered. Potatoes. The exact same thing she had done with Arin. She had failed utterly in that, but she could always try again, couldn't she? Besides, it was the perfect task to remember him, and Syveris didn't want to change it.

The Avora exchanged a few words with the Inarta Chef Davoid had pointed at, and the man shove a basket filled with potatoes in her hand, without even thinking about it. Syveris looked at the rounded things, almost hopeless, before shaking her head, decided. She would do it, she had said that herself, hadn't her? Finding a spot to place the basket and begin the peeling.

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[Syveris]

Taking a knife, Syveris wondered about how to do it. She would probably need to be a little more careful than she had been before, since she highly doubted Chef Davoid would look kindly to any food wasted. The Avora hoped the potatos would be chopped after peeled, because she doubted they would look very pretty.

Pressing the knife in the potato, Syveris began to peel the food, this time paying a lot of attention on what she was doing, carefully avoiding to take too much of the edible part. It worked, more or less, as the peel came out without almost anything else glued to it, but it also meant that she had to take it off bit by bit, because she couldn't peel it continuous, like she knew she was supposed too. At least, it was working.

Her mind began to wander, and while she focused on the potatoes, she was also thinking about Arin. The boy had been so special to her during his whole life, and he still held a special place in her heart, even if she knew he was dead, now. Why was he dead, though? He should have been in his room, in the Enclave, anywhere else but the Aeries. And yet, he had gone there, and died, some way or another.

Syveris felt tears, and she sniffed, drying her eyes. She couldn't cry now. She had cried enough for him.

Had she truly loved him, though? For such a long time, she had believed that yes, she had loved him. Then, after seeing him on the Enclave, she had begun to believe that no, she only felt affection. But now... It was strange. In the beginning, Syveris didn't even noticed her feelings for Arin, but then, when she did, it looked like they had become so more intense. It was almost scary.

The Avora sighed. Yes, she had loved him. A strange love, true, but it was love anyway. It didn't matter now, because she would never be able to tell him that. She wondered what he would say. Would he say that he loved her too? How different would her life be if she hadn't said anything? Very much, probably. But Syveris' only regret was to not have tried to restore their friendship when she had seen him on the Enclave.

"How much longer until the potatoes are ready?" an annoyed voice made her jump, and she looked at the Inarta, who was scowling at her. Syveris looked at the potato basket, blushing a little when she realized she had only managed to peel two of the potatoes. The Inarta followed her gaze, and scowled even more when he saw her progress. "Forget it. Just give it to someone else and chop some vegetable."

The Avora let the man take the basket away, turning to the knife resting besides a cucumber. Syveris doubted she would be any better at it, but she was there to help, not to slow everything down, so she just obeyed the man.

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Syveris took the knife, and looked at the cucumber, not knowing if she was supposed to peel it or just chop it. Well, the man had asked her to chop, so she would do that. The Avora wasn't sure, but she supposed cucumbers were eaten with the peel.

She began to work again, her mind once more wondering about love. It had felt very good when she had first known she was feeling it, with the hope of building a life together with Arin. But after she had become filled with jealousy, and the good feeling had turned into a very bad and unpleasant one.

For a moment, the Avora wished she would never love again. At least, not this kind of love. The feeling after had been too saddening for her to want to feel it again. But then, when she could barely control her feelings, Syveris doubted she could ever control her love, or with whom she fell in love with. She only hoped it would be with someone who loved her back, this time.

Syveris chuckled, shaking her head. She had come to remember Arin, and instead, had engaged in a debate with herself as to whatever or not she should love. Well, it was remembering Arin, in some way.

Suddenly, she felt a small pain in her finger, and looked down, seeing the knife tainted with red. It was only a small drop, and her finger wasn't hurting too much, but she still stared, amazed at how she had managed to cut herself so easily.

"What do you think you are doing?" the man growled at her, and Syveris had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. What an annoying guy. "If you can't help, don't come to get in the way! Out! OUT!"

Well, he didn't need to ask twice. The Avora made her way out of the Kitchens, knowing she hadn't helped at all. Well, in a way, she was already expecting it.

Syveris sighed, wondering if she should go away or just wait for lunch. It was almost time, anyway, but she could also go to the Reverie. However, Virat had told her to clear her mind, otherwise she would just get in the way there, too, so Syveris decided to wait for the food.

It wouldn't be too long, anyway, so she sat down on one of the table, to wait for the food.

She could do something else later, after lunch.

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[Skerry]

Grades

Syveris

Skill	XP
Cooking	3
Observation	2
Philosophy	2
Planning	1

LORES :

• Chef Davoid: Makes you flinch
• Cooking: How to peel potatoes
• Cooking: How to cut cucumbers
• The philosophy of love

Consequences: A cut finger that will heal within 7-9 days

Notes:
Interesting as always. At least she isn’t having any kind of breakdown though I’m half expecting one-she can’t control her emotions after all. Look forward to more along this line.
Remember if you have any questions or problems with your grade then feel free to PM me.