Bottomless Pits [open]

[Quill]

Entering the kitchen, Je'ce put on a smile and took a deep breath, taking in the food that was cooking. The smell did not spark the love he had for his mother's cooking, yet it was good enough to cause his stomach to growl as loud as a full grown Simourv's cry. He pondered over what to eat before he picked a sandwich and some vegetables. After retrieving some food, he sat down, content with his choice until he heard a loud mental grown. "MINE! I'm hungry again." The small simourv placed a black claw on the ground and opened his black beak, expecting the entirety of Je'ce's meal.

Pausing, the winglet did not know what to think of his companion's statement. "Nasyeph," he said and took a deep breath. "You have two goats. Two. I'm not sure you even need that much." The appetite of the beast amazed the bluerider. He never seen one with such an appetite. His size and the amount of food he ate surprised him the most. For a moment, he wondered if Laraph ate as much.

"Mine," he said just as calmly as Je'ce did. "I am Yours. Therefore, you must feed me. Didn't you take some oath before I hatched that you'd care for me each and every day, tend to my needs however crazy. Show some honor." Je'ce turned from Nasyeph, picked up a sandwich and then he paused. He looked at the sandwich for many moments before putting it down. "I did not take any 'oath,'" he grumbled. "Ha, but you cannot eat while your Nasyeph hungers." The Simourv chirped happily as his olive eyes sparkled with amusement. Je'ce was not so amused though the blue was right. This morning's lesson had worn him out, as it had done Nasyeph, hence his hunger, so he did not even summon the strength to take one running step after a chicken.

[Cy]

[ooc | eeps, I’d wanted to snag this ages ago. DX Forgive me?]

[/I]. And she wasn’t sure how helpful it made her feel, but that was a bridge she’d cross once she was finished.

Lo and behold, she was finished no sooner than she’d finished the line of thought, a neat pile of sandwiches all delicately made and stacked on a serving tray. With a satisfied smile pulling faintly at the corners of her full lips, she scrutinized the pile as she wiped her hands clean on a rag. Glancing around the kitchens as she set the cloth aside, she waited, but nobody came to take the tray. Was she meant to do something with it? It seemed wrong to just abandon her station like this, but nobody was coming over. Of course, looking around, she couldn’t have kept working even if she’d wanted to. Her ingredients were low, not nearly enough to make another stack, and she couldn’t even make another stack without the serving tray to put them on! So perhaps she was meant to put them out on display. Nobody had properly explained this part of the responsibility. Timidly, she picked up the tray, briefly entertaining the notion of piping up long enough to tell someone she was going out, but decided against it and she was soon making her way out of the kitchens to put the food out.

She’d finished just in time too, it seemed. Sandwiches were low and a pleasantly surprised exhale escaped her throat as she traded trays out, returning the older sandwiches to the top of the pile. Through most of this exchange, she kept her head down and her eyes focused on nothing more than the task at hand, but now she strayed, peering to the side to peek around the mess room itself. She liked to think of it as the main room. It seemed bigger than the rest, not that she’d gone to each hall to properly measure the proportions. There was a boy there and his simourv. One of the riders? His bonded seemed so very small in comparison to the others, though she really only had the memory of Valenph to compare. Then she noticed another tiny detail – he had a sandwich on his plate. One of her sandwiches… but he didn’t look happy. In fact, he looked rather disgruntled. Oh dear, was something wrong? With a concerned crease in her brow, she whipped her gaze back to the tray she’d just settled down. All of the sandwiches had been made the same way and what if something was wrong with them. Had she recalled her instructions wrong, left something out or measured too much?

Worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth, she gripped the empty tray in both of her hands, holding it down in front of her as she turned and cautiously picked her way over towards the boy’s table. It wasn’t until she was a handful of feet from his table, wary of getting too close with a simourv she didn’t know right there (the creatures had such claws! And there were teeth in those beaks, she knew), that she lifted her dark eyes to focus on him, forcing a polite smile to her lips, though it came off decidedly more worried than she’d have wanted. “Is everything okay?” Her voice was quiet, a smooth and feminine lilt. She meant with the sandwich. But she left it open; if he wanted to spill tears on any other wrong, she was right there and prepared to listen.[/ul]

[ooc | o.o um… I ramble with new characters, I’m so sorry. No pressure at all to match length!][/size]