Post by vworp on Oct 30, 2012 21:40:35 GMT -5
It was nearing the end of the dinner hour. Most of the Weyr had already been through, enjoying the meal that Mirion and the rest of the cook staff had prepared. Tonight it was baked fish with a lemon sauce, and mashed tubers on the side. Plus, some bubbly pies for dessert.
Mirion yawned as he looked over the bustling kitchen. Now people were starting to clean up and wash the dishes. Nia landed on his shoulder, creeling. Both of the flitts were hungry, and he was too. Picking up a plate, he served himself some of the leftovers and piled some fish onto a second plate for the flitts.
He walked out into the dining hall and looked around for a place to sit. Some company would be nice, but he wasn't sure if anyone would be around at the late hour.
Mirion yawned as he looked over the bustling kitchen. Now people were starting to clean up and wash the dishes. Nia landed on his shoulder, creeling. Both of the flitts were hungry, and he was too. Picking up a plate, he served himself some of the leftovers and piled some fish onto a second plate for the flitts.
He walked out into the dining hall and looked around for a place to sit. Some company would be nice, but he wasn't sure if anyone would be around at the late hour.