Spring Day 55, 515 AV
Early evening
Naiya finished adding the tubers to the water, the oddly shaped roots cut carefully into pieces of similar thickness before being added. All in all there was certainly food. Whether her sister would have approved was a question she didn't ask herself. She had worked at the meal, adding small amounts of foods that would flavor the stew. She had even procured yogurt, adding a mixture of fresh herbs and gourd to the tangy substance to make it a more refreshing and substantial addition to the meal. Or at least, that was what the merchant woman had told her it would be if she bought the items recommended to her. Even detailing that her gourds were better than the others because she had picked them before the last rain. It made the fruit taste better, if she was to be believed.
Likely it was true, she would get more return customers if it were. With their collection of companions growing, their home was becoming full. Not crowded exactly, but it was not the camp of four she had joined not so long ago. They were in need of more, more bowls, more food, more cups and more water. It was a change to heed, for a mistake might leave someone hungry.
A near constant reminder of the changing dynamic of their quickly growing family was Banti, the hunting cat who had adopted her as her own. She sat beside her at the fire, sniffing delicately at the small dollop of herbed yogurt Naiya offered her. Eventually the cat decided that she would risk the taste, the rough swipe of her tongue on Naiya's palm her only indication of the decision being made.
It made Naiya smirk, her offering a success. Now if only the cat could tell her if it was good or not.
The hope was fruitless, and so instead Naiya dried her hand and stood, searching for her companions in the growing dark, and seeking the supplies they would need for their meal.
Her mind first went to Shahar, as it always seemed to do, he surely would be near, and he would join her for dinner. Khida was her next thought, her wife's presence less sure in the Drykas's mind. Well that was not exactly it, it was the location of the woman that eluded Naiya. She always felt that the Kelvic woman could be anywhere, and her return to the camp seemed less sure in her mind than the return of their husband. She would serve the woman as well, and Hope would surely eat, though she might do so in the privacy of her tent, she did not always seek their company.
The list continued, Aoren, Caelum, the little girl, the woman Shahar had brought to her shop when the slaves had arrived, Kahtra, she would need food, she never seemed to be far when one thought of her. In fact, Naiya often had trouble getting the girl to leave her alone. It took her a long moment to remember that their departure from the city had been a departure from Aoren and Caelum, and that their presence was no longer one she needed too keep her mind on. Although, Aoren had mad himself a place at their table she did not imagine it would go away because of time and distance. His spot at the fire was safe.
That was less than relevant in her bowl and utensil count, though. She would bring five, she decided, and if they needed more, it would not be so difficult to accomplish.
Early evening
Naiya finished adding the tubers to the water, the oddly shaped roots cut carefully into pieces of similar thickness before being added. All in all there was certainly food. Whether her sister would have approved was a question she didn't ask herself. She had worked at the meal, adding small amounts of foods that would flavor the stew. She had even procured yogurt, adding a mixture of fresh herbs and gourd to the tangy substance to make it a more refreshing and substantial addition to the meal. Or at least, that was what the merchant woman had told her it would be if she bought the items recommended to her. Even detailing that her gourds were better than the others because she had picked them before the last rain. It made the fruit taste better, if she was to be believed.
Likely it was true, she would get more return customers if it were. With their collection of companions growing, their home was becoming full. Not crowded exactly, but it was not the camp of four she had joined not so long ago. They were in need of more, more bowls, more food, more cups and more water. It was a change to heed, for a mistake might leave someone hungry.
A near constant reminder of the changing dynamic of their quickly growing family was Banti, the hunting cat who had adopted her as her own. She sat beside her at the fire, sniffing delicately at the small dollop of herbed yogurt Naiya offered her. Eventually the cat decided that she would risk the taste, the rough swipe of her tongue on Naiya's palm her only indication of the decision being made.
It made Naiya smirk, her offering a success. Now if only the cat could tell her if it was good or not.
The hope was fruitless, and so instead Naiya dried her hand and stood, searching for her companions in the growing dark, and seeking the supplies they would need for their meal.
Her mind first went to Shahar, as it always seemed to do, he surely would be near, and he would join her for dinner. Khida was her next thought, her wife's presence less sure in the Drykas's mind. Well that was not exactly it, it was the location of the woman that eluded Naiya. She always felt that the Kelvic woman could be anywhere, and her return to the camp seemed less sure in her mind than the return of their husband. She would serve the woman as well, and Hope would surely eat, though she might do so in the privacy of her tent, she did not always seek their company.
The list continued, Aoren, Caelum, the little girl, the woman Shahar had brought to her shop when the slaves had arrived, Kahtra, she would need food, she never seemed to be far when one thought of her. In fact, Naiya often had trouble getting the girl to leave her alone. It took her a long moment to remember that their departure from the city had been a departure from Aoren and Caelum, and that their presence was no longer one she needed too keep her mind on. Although, Aoren had mad himself a place at their table she did not imagine it would go away because of time and distance. His spot at the fire was safe.
That was less than relevant in her bowl and utensil count, though. She would bring five, she decided, and if they needed more, it would not be so difficult to accomplish.
