70th Day of Fall, 514 AV
Rue stirred the cook pot, the grains had soaked up most of the liquid already, so she fetched a cloth to remove the pot from the fire. It was large, heavy with the weight of breakfast for her whole family, her arms strained to hold it both up and out away from her body. She carried it just far enough away from the fire that it would stay warm but not scorch as if finished cooking.
She found herself a bowl, adding a pinch of salt and a hand full of fireweed to it before checking the oatmeal once more. The fireweed was spicy, and said to help speed healing or help one maintain good health. Regardless it added a nice spiced flavor. She added a spoon full of the meal to her bowl, stirring the salt in and letting the herb sit before eating.
When her food was gone she rinsed her bowl, chasing away the film and stray grains stuck to the side. She added a scant bit of soap, a flake she shaved from a large bar, and cleaned the bowl more thoroughly. She stowed it away, escaping the pavilion quickly to tend to the horses and Zibri.
She raced to the supply wagon, scattering goats with a laugh. It wasn't perhaps the best use of breath as she ran, but she couldn't help it, her heart was light and happy and it was all she could do to contain her energy. Her feet pounded through the grass as she beelined to the wagon, seeking the grooming kit.
She pulled the kit, heavy and laden with bags of wool. She would perhaps get to the zibri later, and if she did, she'd shove the loose hair in with the rest to be sold later. Her first goal was the horses.
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Rue stirred the cook pot, the grains had soaked up most of the liquid already, so she fetched a cloth to remove the pot from the fire. It was large, heavy with the weight of breakfast for her whole family, her arms strained to hold it both up and out away from her body. She carried it just far enough away from the fire that it would stay warm but not scorch as if finished cooking.
She found herself a bowl, adding a pinch of salt and a hand full of fireweed to it before checking the oatmeal once more. The fireweed was spicy, and said to help speed healing or help one maintain good health. Regardless it added a nice spiced flavor. She added a spoon full of the meal to her bowl, stirring the salt in and letting the herb sit before eating.
When her food was gone she rinsed her bowl, chasing away the film and stray grains stuck to the side. She added a scant bit of soap, a flake she shaved from a large bar, and cleaned the bowl more thoroughly. She stowed it away, escaping the pavilion quickly to tend to the horses and Zibri.
She raced to the supply wagon, scattering goats with a laugh. It wasn't perhaps the best use of breath as she ran, but she couldn't help it, her heart was light and happy and it was all she could do to contain her energy. Her feet pounded through the grass as she beelined to the wagon, seeking the grooming kit.
She pulled the kit, heavy and laden with bags of wool. She would perhaps get to the zibri later, and if she did, she'd shove the loose hair in with the rest to be sold later. Her first goal was the horses.
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