Planning A Mission

Western Weyr - Kitchen
Perhaps you followed your nose here.. the cooking aromas are tempting. This is the main kitchen of the Weyr. At any time of the day or night you find cooks and drudges busy making meals and preparing foodstuffs for storage for later use. The cavern has been shaped into a huge room with a domed ceiling. The huge ovens and cooking stoves line the outer wall, their perpetual fires fueled by natural gas from a nearby well. Vent holes pierce the cavern walls, keeping the room amazingly clear of smoke. The inner wall has long counters of smooth stone, carved from the walls. You see a large, heavy looking metal-clad door. This is the large cold storage room, much like a man-made ice cave. The walls are made of volcanic rock, known for it's insulating properties. The heat exchanger is also powered by natural gas.

Early morning finds Orla in the kitchens while the staff around her are trying to prepare breakfast, there are more than a few disgruntled looks from cooks and servers alike as she bumbles about on her own errand.

Vaine normaly isn't in the kitchen on his rest day but today he is. Walking way from one of the bakers with a nice large sweetroll in his hand. He sees a person who looks quite out of place in the kitchen. Walking up to her he has a smile on his face. "Excuse me ma'am do you need something from the kitchen? I would be more then willing to help you find it."

Not the sort who'd ever stand out in a crowd. Maybe six foot even, on the slim side but with solid shoulders, light brown hair cropped close. His face is angular, chin narrow, the fair skin clear of the usual adolescent splotches. Although habitually clean-shaven, by late in the day there's a visible shadow along his jawline.

Orla has a bag next to her on the bunker, she's collecting up things from around the kitchen, pastries and the like and wrapping them in greaseproof paper. Glancing round when she hears a voice nearby she looks at the boy in front of her and smiles. "Less of the Ma'am and go find me a trio of flasks." She instructs him.

Vaine smiles as he listens to the young woman. "Well i'm sorry for calling you ma'am but i don't know your name. I'm Vaine by the way." He heads off towards one of the counters on the other side of the room. Coming back with three flasks. "Here you go just like you asked for."

"It's Weyrwoman Orla, rider of golden Nieleth if you want the full title." She reels off the full thing in a dull monotone before he toddles off to do what he's been told to do. "Wonderful." She exclaims, "Two with fruit juice, one with Klah please." She tells him as she heads in the other direction, squeezing past a few servers to nab some meatrolls.

Vaine he hears the name and quickly heads off to do the task. He quickly fills two of them with fruit juice. He looks around the room trying to find a pitcher of Klah. After not finding one he asks one of the cooks pointing him in the right direction. Pouring the liquid into the flask. Dashing back to the werewoman. "Here you go." He gives a slight salute to her while saying so.

The Weyrwoman sweeps elegantly back through the kitchen, well she would if she could. In Orla's case she bumps someone out of the way on the way back, she's not really the delicate flower, "Thank you kindly, Just one last thing I think." She muses as she plops the meat rolls down on the paper and starts to wrap them. "Fancy seeing if you can find me a smallish tub of fruits or something like that?" She asks him.

Vaine raises a brow "A smallish tub of fruits." He scratches the back of his head for a moment before snaping his fingers. "I know exactly where to find some fruit." He quickly runs off to the cold storage room soming back with a large basket of fruit. "This is from the other day when a few people went berry picking it should do the job nicely." Smiling as he hands over the basket to Orla. "Hope you enjoy them. Took a little while to harvest them all."

Orla bobs her head absently while she starts to pack up the various packages she's made up. Slipping them into the carry bag she's got, stacking everything in carefully with the flasks and finally the small basket of berries. "Thank you me dear." She says to the lad, "Vaine was what you said yeah?" She checks.

Vaine smiles and nods "Yes Candidate Vaine." Taking a bite out of his sweetroll. "Hmm the bakers and cooks did a good job today." He takes a another bite out of the roll. "So if you don't mind me asking. What's the food and drink's for?" He looks at the weyrwoman. "If you need help just ask. I am always willing to help."

Orla closes up the satchel and lifts it off the counter, slinging it over her shoulder. "They better have otherwise I'm going to be very disappointed with my lunch." She tells him. "Well either way Candidate Vaine, nice to meet you and thank you for fetching things for me, and I'll leave you at that I have work to attend to and I need to commandeer a rider to take me."

Vaine laughs "Don't worry I tell you it's good this afternoon." He gives a wave to the weyrwoman as she mentions commandeering a rider. "Have fun with your lunch."

Orla chuckles and nods her head. "It'd better be." She comments as she checks the pack is closed before she turns and makes her way out of the kitchen towards the living cavern to catch up the first rider with transport orders for the day.

Vaine finishes his sweetroll and heads off to find a few friends. "Have a good time Weyrwoman Orla." He runs off with the sound of laughter coming from the direction he headed off in.

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