12.Sep.23, 11:47 AM
Wynera hummed to herself as she peeled a carrot. She had visited her dad and B'jin the night before and while the greenrider could no longer sing, he still seemed to find comfort in playing the guitar and entertained them for a while with song after song. She quietly sang along to the ones she was confident about the words but was still too shy to fully belt out a song in front of a Harper, no matter how much of a part of the family he was. But it was the last song B'jin played that had stuck in her head, despite not knowing the lyrics--if there were any--though she was content humming the melody as she worked.
People were starting to come down with the change of season colds, especially among the lower cavern workers who lived and worked so closely together and those in the barracks for Candidates and weyrlings. Wynera had finally tried barracks living herself after deciding her social life was blooming and her mom deserved more space of her own after raising two kids--even if A'tay was a show off and had to Impress years ago. Despite her new living arrangements, she had yet to fall ill and since she loved cooking and knew her way around a kitchen, Wynera had been recruited for long hours helping where she could as they were short-staffed.
That morning, as the main staff finished serving breakfast, she was tucked off to the side as she worked her way through carrots and potatoes for several large batches of soup that would soon be simmering the day away. There was typically a large pot or two of soups or stews on the go anyway and more to come once winter settled in, but it was currently a simple yet effective dish for the sick and so it was in high demand already.
As she set her carrot down with the other cleaned ones, Wynera took a moment to look around for her peeling partner. She knew she had arrived early so doing so much alone wasn't an issue--she was just curious who she'd be working with. Not that it mattered. She got along well with essentially everyone and knew her fellow Candidates and even some of the younger and lower dragonriders well and any one of those people would likely be stuck with such a menial task. Although, she could easily see A'tay or T'ryn lending a hand despite now being Weyrseconds simply because they wouldn't want to bother someone or be seen as not doing their part. Rolling her eyes at her brothers, Wynera picked up the next carrot and started humming another tune.
People were starting to come down with the change of season colds, especially among the lower cavern workers who lived and worked so closely together and those in the barracks for Candidates and weyrlings. Wynera had finally tried barracks living herself after deciding her social life was blooming and her mom deserved more space of her own after raising two kids--even if A'tay was a show off and had to Impress years ago. Despite her new living arrangements, she had yet to fall ill and since she loved cooking and knew her way around a kitchen, Wynera had been recruited for long hours helping where she could as they were short-staffed.
That morning, as the main staff finished serving breakfast, she was tucked off to the side as she worked her way through carrots and potatoes for several large batches of soup that would soon be simmering the day away. There was typically a large pot or two of soups or stews on the go anyway and more to come once winter settled in, but it was currently a simple yet effective dish for the sick and so it was in high demand already.
As she set her carrot down with the other cleaned ones, Wynera took a moment to look around for her peeling partner. She knew she had arrived early so doing so much alone wasn't an issue--she was just curious who she'd be working with. Not that it mattered. She got along well with essentially everyone and knew her fellow Candidates and even some of the younger and lower dragonriders well and any one of those people would likely be stuck with such a menial task. Although, she could easily see A'tay or T'ryn lending a hand despite now being Weyrseconds simply because they wouldn't want to bother someone or be seen as not doing their part. Rolling her eyes at her brothers, Wynera picked up the next carrot and started humming another tune.