90 Winter, 510 AV Blythe was standing in her kitchen, over the counter. A small wooden bowl and a shiny red apple were resting on a cutting board. A long silver knife lay by the right of the apple. Blythe was holding an orange in her hands. She dug her thumbnail into the orange peel, and then proceeded to shed the orange's skin from there. When she had gotten all the peel off the orange, Blythe stuck her thumb in the tiny hole in the middle of it, and split it silently in two. She put half of the orange on the cutting board, and slowly split the orange slices off of the half she was still holding. When she had finished, she put the orange slices into the bowl, and retrieved the other half of the orange. She split that portion into slices with the tips of her fingers, accidently puncturing the delicate skin of the last slice, and causing a small stream of cold orange juice to squirt out at her. But Blythe ignored it. It wasn't as though it had made too much of a mess. She then placed the remaining orange slices in the wooden bowl, and then placed the bowl to the left of the cutting board. Blythe plucked the apple from the top of the cutting board, and quickly shined it on the top of her dress. She then put it back on the board. Blythe's left index finger held the top of the apple in place, while her thumb braced the bottom. She picked up the knife in her right hand, and cut the apple in half. The half on the right flopped over on the cutting board, and rocked up and down lightly for a few moments, like a see-saw, before it stopped; white fleshy side up. The portion of the apple Blythe still held in her hand she turned on its side, so that the white fleshy portion was face-down on the cutting board. She gripped the top and the bottom between her thumb and other fingers, and rested the tip of the knife to the far end of the apple half. Slowly, she lifted the knife, and brought it down again. Her hand seemed to be rocking slightly as she repeated the motion and cut the left half of the apple into five slices, before cutting the apple again horizontally. Blythe cut the apple right through the middle, so that she had ten tiny slices of apple. She then slid the knife under the pieces she had cut, and cupped her hand over them. She scooped all ten pieces into the wooden bowl, and then repeated the process with the other half of the apple. When she had finished, she crossed to the other end of the kitchen. Her sister, Mist, had left a half a lemon there. Blythe picked it up, and walked back to her bowl of fruit. She squeezed the lemon half over it, allowing each of the slices of fruit to be covered with at least a small portion of lemon juice, and the occasional piece of gushy-looking, light yellow lemon pulp. Blythe's hands had grown sticky with fruit juice, so she rinsed her hands in a small bucket of water that had been left in the right hand corner of the kitchen for that purpose specifically. When she was certain she had gotten all the juice out from between her fingertips, and slightly webbed hands, Blythe pulled her hands out of the tepid water, and rubbed them on the skirt of her dress to dry them off. She then walked back to the counter and picked up the wooden bowl, and then proceeded to her room. Blythe had left Keyta in there after it was decided that Keyta should come back home with her to recover. When she got back to her room, Blythe smiled sweetly when she realized that the girl was the same as when she had left her. Not like Blythe had expected anything to be different or anything. Keyta was still lying down on Blythe's bed. Her back resting against a pillow that had been propped up against the wall. The leg she had broken was propped up on a pillow, and a thin, light pink, cotton sheet had been drawn up and over her legs. The window that was directly across from her had been shut, and the curtains drawn over it. It seemed as though the pale golden sunlight bothered Keyta's eyes, and at times, kept her from getting the rest she needed to recover. A small glass of water sat on the bedside table to the right of the bed. As Blythe neared it, she realized that Keyta hadn't had a lot of it, which could not be a good sign. "Voila, one fruit salad!" Blythe said happily, doing her best to mask her concern for the young girl. She lowered her hands, and placed the bowl on the bed beside the girl, not wanting to put it on her stomach, for fear that she may hurt Keyta by mistake. "I hope you like apples and oranges... we seem to have a lot of those in the house." Blythe paused for a moment and flashed a wide smile, her eyes seemed to light up as she spoke, "hopefully you can help us eat up a few things!" Blythe ran her fingers through her hair. She wondered if Keyta wanted to eat what she had prepared for her, or if she even could. Would she have to feed the girl, by hand? Blythe wondered, not truly knowing just how injured the girl had been, or how well she had been cared for by the healers in the Opal Temple. Blythe wouldn't mind of course. She had fed a number of her nieces, and helped out around the house. She merely feared hurting Keyta's feelings, her pride. OOCThe bed is against the wall, and not in the middle of the room, in case you were wondering. |