Journeywoman Nadesda of

High Reaches Weyr

20th day of Spring, Nineteenth Turn of the Tenth Pass, High Reaches Weyr

Kitchens
Heat and a large, unidentifiable morass of pungent odors assail those that pass through the herb-strung doorways and into the broad depths of hearth-filled kitchens. From the earliest hour of morning to shadows of latenight, the cavern is never empty: mealtimes bring vast crowds of drudges and workers scurrying 'neath cooks watchful eyes, while at other times a handful of clean hands tend the many fires and huge ovens that bake and broil breads and meat. A smaller hearth sits near-idle but for the ever present pots of klah, soup, and stew kept warm and ready.

Several anonymous doorways lead into storage caverns, stairwells, and cabinets that line the walls... surely anything needed can be found.. somewhere.
On the perch is Don.

You see Brimming Cauldron here.

Nadesda is here.

Obvious exits: Caverns

Kaetetrini comes in quickly, her cheeks bright red, and her breath quick, this place is /full/ of dragonriders! She stops when she sees someone, and hangs shyly at the door, "Journeywoman Nadesda?" she asks cautiously, in a thick Tillek accent.

Ladel at the ready upon the familiar sound of the swishing doorway, Nadesda swirls about to confront the intruder. "Ah /thought/ Ah told ya there's n'more bu...Oh. Journeywoman Trini." The kitchen implement is set down upon the counter from its weiling position before the head cook smiles angelically. "'Ow can Ah 'elp ya?"

Cheeks as red as redfruits, and a brusque introdution take the breath out of the girl. "I--I--" she stammers, unable to get anything out, didn't she get her letter? She's skin Ashpodel alive if she didn't....

"Ah was expectin' another rascal t'come bargin' int' mah kitchens again. They've been stealin' bubblies as of late..." As if this is the fact responsible for her rash actions, Nadesda shrugs. "So..." Eyes drift toward the ceiling before she clicks. "Ah remember why yer 'ere. Okay then...Ah made m'favorite recipe earlier on fer you t'try."

Kaetetrini blinks, not used to such directness, "Aye?" she manages to get out, coming farther into the kitchen, she wasn't expecting something to be /ready/ for her. "Wha--wha' did y'make, may I ask?"

Nadesda has too much time on her hands...and still she's left a tad stressed at the end of the day. "Well, it's still cookin'. It's a rump roast. Melts in yer mouth, it does." A pause as she bustles towards another side of her kitchen space. "Would y'like somethin' t'drink?"

Kaetetrini's eyebrows raise at the thought of a rumproast, she had to get here pretty quick from the Master Sea Hold, so she wouldn't get 'caught'. "Aye," she nods, loose curls bouncing, "please." She moves her cloak aside, and puts her rucksack on the floor, and begins to inspect the kitchen, her head turning in strange angles to take it all in.

"Ah hope klah'll do. Sweetener? Cream?" Two mugs are quickly set upon the counter before her with a light thunk as Nade smiles towards Trini. "Sit down, relax. How're things going with you at Tillek?" Obviously, news travels slowly or else she wouldn't of inquired about such a thing.

Kaetetrini looks up at the woman and blinks, surely she's mad...."E'erthin's fine at Tillek I suppose," she says quietly, looking down at the klah, much too dark for her tastes, that suddenly seemed to appear before her. She takes a tentative sip and tries very hard to not make a face, "How has everything been w'ye?" she asks, setting the mug down gently, and non-chalantly pushing it away.

Nadesda shrugs as she places a miniture pitcher of cream and a tiny bowl of sweetener upon the table. "Oh...nothin' much really. Same ol' schedual. But, shards those hatchlings eat a lot." A wonderlous look flashes across her face as she too settles herself down at the table. "Enough about me though...Yer gettin' yer Master's requirments? Ah plan t'do tha' soon. Never found the time though." A grimace.

Kaetetrini furrows her brows together, "Y'ave t'make time," she says gently, reaching for the creamer and adding a generous amount to her klah, so that it hardly resembles the dark brown anymore, but rather a pale tan. "I--ah," she flushes, and averts her eyes,"made m'own time," she admits, but then looks up again and smiles, "I'm hopin' t'ave it, Sybil, she's my Master, said tha' she would vouch for me, when I came t'Paradise." She beams in a childish manner.

"Yeah, Ah know Ah 'ave t'make time...it's just how. Ah wish ya g'luck cause Ah know you'll make it. No question about that. Ah'll 'ave t'be down there fer when you get re-knoted. How's Sybil doin'?" Amiable talk is passed with the fellow baker journeywoman as Nade smiles rather chramingly. The topic of why Trini found her own time is left untouched, as the chef duily notes the avertion of the eyes.

Kaetetrini looks back at Nade, and beams a smile at her, "She was doin' fine, th'last time I got a letter from her," she says gently, "She..works awful hard, y'know?" A slight worried look comes to the young woman's face. "I worry tha' she'll hurt herself, oneday.." she shrugs.

Nadesda nods sympathetically as the last time she saw Sybil was when she was hunched over a desk. "Yeah. She's a really good master." A firm nod of her head sets that quote into place before she looks towards an enclosed hearth. "Ah should check tha'..." Up and at it she goes, jabbering aimlessly -- yet listening intently -- as she goes. "So, what're th' specifics of yer project?"

Kaetetrini ahems sloftly, having just come up with them this morning, she's still unsure as the articulation of them. "I'm thinkin' o'makin' a cookbook, an' havin' recipes from all different places in it," she announces proudly, "Differentiated-like."

Suprise and an agreeing nod is soon given readily towards the approved answer -- Nade looking towards the woman from her crouched over position. "Tha' would be wonderful, Trini. Ah really need some new recipes 'round 'ere. Ah try t'make up mah own but..." A shrug. "...they don't always work out, y'know?" Gloved hands dive into the hearth to remove a roasting pan, steaming arising from under it's cocked lid.

Kaetetrini takes in a deep breath, inhaling the fumes, "Aye," she says in a bit of a dreamy voice, "I know what y'mean...."

"Okay...'Ere we go. Ah dun't 'ave a name fer it." A meek smile is shone before she unreveils her masterpiece...or so she'd like to call it. Inside the pot sits a fanciful array of both pinapple and redfruit slices, glimmered with speckles of various herbs. In the center sits a mound of juicy, bubbling meat with -- as always -- oats littering the bottom and sucking up most of the broth.

Kaetetrini's mouth begins to water, and she hope she doesn't look like a starving idiot as the roast comes out of the oven. Oh it smells /good/! She gets a bit more comfortable, Nade's familiar demenour,and the lack of dragonriders in the kitchen making her feel better. She gazes at the masterpeice, Trini thinks that is one. "It's lovely, Nadesda," she breaths, her eyes going over each part of it, "It dinnae have a name?"

A wink. "Not until y'come up with one, it doesn't. Thankee. It was a spur of the moment thing a couple o' sevendays ago. For the Candidates." Nade's eyes look over Trini's initial reaction before picking up her forgotton ladel and a knife to match. "See...It's cooked to a medium-rare. Th' oats give it a particularly tastey flavor." Impish twinkle twitters in her eyes as she knows her craze over the grain is well known throughout the craft.

Not being able to keep in a giggle, Trini puts her hand over her mouth, and it at least able to keep it silent. "Aye!" she manages to say, with a nod of her golden curls, "I'm sure it's absolutely delicious!" She looks down at the beast again, and hmms, "Y'havna thought o'any kind o' name?" she asks dubiously, it wasn't supposed to be here job to come up with names.

Nadesda twitches her nose thoughtfully, eyes drifting to gaze towards the ceiling, before she shrugs. "How's about 'Reaches Paradise'?" A giggle follows her little combination before she looks helplessly towards the food. "Ah really dun't know. 'Ere, let's 'ave some right now, okay?" Eager to show off her abilities, she opens a cupboard to remove two dinner sized plates.

Kaetetrini nods enthusiastically, "Oh aye!" she agrees, holding her stomach and tyring to stifle the growl that emits from it....oh dear, how rude of her! "What about something like Reaches Roast?" it is a roast after all, and might fine smelling roast....

Nadesda stretches and yawns as she looks at the new day with a smile.

Knife slides easily into the plump meat of the roast -- her own mouth watering with anticipation of the first bite. Yet Nadesda's being generous today and gives the first slice -- topped with a pineapple and redfruit slice each, sided with a pile of oats -- to Trini. "You first." Eager eyes watch for her reaction to the taste as a fork is placed along with the plate.

Kaetetrini giggles, oh she get's served first!! That /never/ happens at home! She takes the fork and knife, and turns, sitting very ladylike, and cuts a piece off and puts in her mouth. Like the proffessional she is, she chews with no experssion, and then swallows, a broad smile creeping across her face, "A triumph!" she exclaims, with a girlish giggle.

Nadesda waits patiently for Trini's face -- her own masking hope as she's never seen anyone react from her own food. She just leaves it out in the caverns and comes back out to clean it up later...But upon this exclimation of triumph, she cheers, her arms waving about in the air. Quickly shushing herself, she beams. "It's good then? Reaches Roast it is."

Kaetetrini giggles, taking her finger to daintily wipe away some juice from her mouth, "Aye," she nods, sounding a bit older now, "it's wonderful." But she can come up with a better name than Reaches Roast, surely...

"Thank you..." And, after such praise, she has to go after her own peice. "It does look better than the last batch." Nadesda soon has her fork weilded, instead of her ladel, and has taken a bite of the meat. Unlike Trini, she's unable to keep such a straigh face and breaks into yet another suprised looks. "It /is/ good."

Kaetetrini nods, "Aye, I told y'so!" she admonishes. "T'is excellent. Do y'truely want t'call it Reaches Roast?" she was only joking when she thought up the name...

Nadesda simply beams once again as she continues to eat her portion ravenously. Around swallowing and chunks of meat -- during which she attempts to remain polite -- she says: "Nyah. It was jus' th' first thing offered, so Ah thought it sounded good." Twang of an accent comes more fully at this time now as she's more relaxed after her master-piece has been accepted.

Kaetetrini blinks, watching the woman eat, my and Trini thought she was hungry? "What t'call it then?" she asks, reaching for her klah and taking a sip, don't people drink wine anymore?

"Ah 'ave no clue..." Nade shakes her head, bewildered, as she stares down into the roasting pan. "Oh...Ah wrote down th' recipe fer ya once Ah knew you were comin'." A scrape of hide is reached for and recovered to be handed over towards Trini. "It's all right there." A short hiatus ensues as she considers names.

Eyebrows are raised, "Thankee," she nods and smiles genuiniely, "I didna mean fer ya t'write it fer me," she looks down at the hide, and then back with a smile, "So what is it called?

Nadesda grins impudently. "Dun't'cha see? It's written right there." A graceful finger points to the top of the piece of hide which is, remarkably, left blank. A chuckle follows before she says: "How's about 'Stick-To-Yer-Ribs Roast'?"

Kaetetrini looks down at the hide quickly and then up at Nade, she's never been one to get jokes, "Stick-To-Yer-Ribs Roast?" that's just as bad as Reaches Roast, but at least Reaches Roast was easier to say. "Tha's a good name!" she nods, and takes another sip of her klah. Whooboy...at least it tastes good.

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