Post by Lesa on Jan 14, 2011 20:00:23 GMT -7
It wasn't the best of places for them. Not all of them. Gwynell sighed as she closed the door behind her, the children asleep, or nearly so. Would be better for them here, she supposed, as many of the adults were used to dealing with children not their own - the weyrfolk had flocked to this new weyr, and that made her task a bit easier. They all expected hordes of children to be running about getting into mischief and potentially helping, they were used to the cacophony of sound that a large group of children made, even when they were doing work.
Made things easier for them over all, cause no adults said they were being too loud or too lazy or anything. Gwynell pulled her coat tighter as the wind sliced through it, despite the cobbled-together wool scraps. It wasn't as cold as it got near Fort, but it was cold enough with the length of time she'd been on the Ring Islands and the damp of the caverns for her to shiver.
It was her time to eat, in the dark of the night when the children were asleep. There was no real need to set a watch like there had been at camp. Now the littlest ones slept next to Aliman and Mackenzie, able to be cuddled and comforted if they woke, surrounded by those they knew, with no worry of hungry Holders stripping their fields bare during the night, or an unexpected zombie attacking. Halbert for once stayed with the children, asleep with one of the toddlers using him as a pillow.
Gwynell rolled her neck, relaxing slightly as she crossed the Bowl to the kitchen, going right to the pot of klah over the fire, scooping out a mugful, grinning at the sweetner can on the counter as she turned. She would get to use sweetner! It was amazing, really, only the second day with the additive in a Turn, and she'd forgotten how much she'd missed it in her klah. It was a bit too warm as she sipped at it, but still felt nice going down her throat. Bliss? Certainly. Gwynell took her mug and a meatroll that had been tucked next to the fire to keep it warm - not hot, but not as cold as it would get in a basket away from the flame.
She took the pair to a table, settling on the bench with a sigh. Perhaps she could help in the kitchen after this, or maybe she could actually listen to her own orders for once and go to bed. Choices, choices... the blond bit into her meatroll, musing the two and unable to come up with a decision. She had the energy to work, but she'd be able to work better tomorrow if she slept... hrrm.[/size]
Made things easier for them over all, cause no adults said they were being too loud or too lazy or anything. Gwynell pulled her coat tighter as the wind sliced through it, despite the cobbled-together wool scraps. It wasn't as cold as it got near Fort, but it was cold enough with the length of time she'd been on the Ring Islands and the damp of the caverns for her to shiver.
It was her time to eat, in the dark of the night when the children were asleep. There was no real need to set a watch like there had been at camp. Now the littlest ones slept next to Aliman and Mackenzie, able to be cuddled and comforted if they woke, surrounded by those they knew, with no worry of hungry Holders stripping their fields bare during the night, or an unexpected zombie attacking. Halbert for once stayed with the children, asleep with one of the toddlers using him as a pillow.
Gwynell rolled her neck, relaxing slightly as she crossed the Bowl to the kitchen, going right to the pot of klah over the fire, scooping out a mugful, grinning at the sweetner can on the counter as she turned. She would get to use sweetner! It was amazing, really, only the second day with the additive in a Turn, and she'd forgotten how much she'd missed it in her klah. It was a bit too warm as she sipped at it, but still felt nice going down her throat. Bliss? Certainly. Gwynell took her mug and a meatroll that had been tucked next to the fire to keep it warm - not hot, but not as cold as it would get in a basket away from the flame.
She took the pair to a table, settling on the bench with a sigh. Perhaps she could help in the kitchen after this, or maybe she could actually listen to her own orders for once and go to bed. Choices, choices... the blond bit into her meatroll, musing the two and unable to come up with a decision. She had the energy to work, but she'd be able to work better tomorrow if she slept... hrrm.[/size]
