kawa~ inspiration #40
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Title~ Hot Chocolate
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 40. This is the height of Summer in that kingdom =3;
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Nimay, along with every other guy in the Own, had her knees drawn up to her chest and fur cloak wrapped firmly around her shoulders. She stared at the fire in the centre of their circle and shivered against a sharp breeze against her neck. A particularly large drop of water dislodged from the branch above her, landing with almost practiced precision on the miniscule gap between her cloak and hairline. She shuddered violently and growled, turning up her hood roughly and glancing up at the only man in the campsite who didn’t seem particularly perturbed by the cold.
Kurae was inspecting the jar of brown soil as he knelt by the fire.
“Kurae,” Melraan asked, “You’ve been carrying that jar of dirt since we left Assiraz. What in Lin’s name is it?”
The older swordsman scowled faintly, then spooned out a large portion of it into a tin of milk which he then hung over the flames. “It’s not dirt, Melraan,” he said indignantly. He selected another, smaller jar from his leather satchel of commodities, the contents of which Nimay recognised as sugar. “I’ve been wanting to get a hold of some for a while, but it’s impossible to find in Ni-Yana, for some reason. Kazinians love it though.”
“What, dirt and sugar in milk?” Melraan queried, peering into the tin.
“Kazinians also love frog’s legs,” Nolryn added.
“Hey, I like frog’s legs!”
Kurae frowned again, not choosing to answer as he spooned in a sufficient quantity of sugar into the mixture in the fire, stirring it with a long stick.
Nimay craned her neck to look inside the tin, watching as the swordsman added more sugar and not-dirt to his mixture. He continued to stir it until steam began to rise from the tin, whereupon he took it from the fire and poured its contents into fifteen mugs, then set the tin back amongst the coals.
“Take your pick,” he said flatly, picking up the closest mug and clutching it in his hands.
Nimay exchanged glances with the other riders. Nobody seemed particularly enthused on drinking the stuff.
“Well,” Rau said finally, lunging forwards to grab one of the steaming mugs, “You haven’t let us down yet, Kurae.”
Nimay shrugged, conceding her General’s point, then sacrificed one arm to the cold outside her cloak to pick up one of the mugs, clutching it in the same way as Kurae did. Her fellow swordsman’s face was blank as he sipped the steaming brown liquid, but he could look equally bland no matter what he was eating.
If nothing else, the warmth of the liquid leaked through the mug to her fingers. Carefully she sipped at the milk and not-dirt mixture, enjoying the feel of it as it ran down to her stomach. The warmth seemed to flow out to almost every stretch of her body, though her feet were still frozen. The milk itself was sweet, but strangely bitter at the same time. A gritty, earthy, but generally pleasant mix. She nodded and smiled at the swordsman-come-chef.
Kurae nodded to acknowledge Nimay’s approval, but his face remained blank and stony as ever.
Melraan clinked his nails on the side of his mug. “So what is it?”
“Cocoa.”
“We need to get some of that for the healers next time we go up there.”
Nimay thought she almost saw a faint smile pass Kurae’s lips.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ All~ mine
Notes~ kawa~ inspiration 40. This is the height of Summer in that kingdom =3;
Nimay, along with every other guy in the Own, had her knees drawn up to her chest and fur cloak wrapped firmly around her shoulders. She stared at the fire in the centre of their circle and shivered against a sharp breeze against her neck. A particularly large drop of water dislodged from the branch above her, landing with almost practiced precision on the miniscule gap between her cloak and hairline. She shuddered violently and growled, turning up her hood roughly and glancing up at the only man in the campsite who didn’t seem particularly perturbed by the cold.
Kurae was inspecting the jar of brown soil as he knelt by the fire.
“Kurae,” Melraan asked, “You’ve been carrying that jar of dirt since we left Assiraz. What in Lin’s name is it?”
The older swordsman scowled faintly, then spooned out a large portion of it into a tin of milk which he then hung over the flames. “It’s not dirt, Melraan,” he said indignantly. He selected another, smaller jar from his leather satchel of commodities, the contents of which Nimay recognised as sugar. “I’ve been wanting to get a hold of some for a while, but it’s impossible to find in Ni-Yana, for some reason. Kazinians love it though.”
“What, dirt and sugar in milk?” Melraan queried, peering into the tin.
“Kazinians also love frog’s legs,” Nolryn added.
“Hey, I like frog’s legs!”
Kurae frowned again, not choosing to answer as he spooned in a sufficient quantity of sugar into the mixture in the fire, stirring it with a long stick.
Nimay craned her neck to look inside the tin, watching as the swordsman added more sugar and not-dirt to his mixture. He continued to stir it until steam began to rise from the tin, whereupon he took it from the fire and poured its contents into fifteen mugs, then set the tin back amongst the coals.
“Take your pick,” he said flatly, picking up the closest mug and clutching it in his hands.
Nimay exchanged glances with the other riders. Nobody seemed particularly enthused on drinking the stuff.
“Well,” Rau said finally, lunging forwards to grab one of the steaming mugs, “You haven’t let us down yet, Kurae.”
Nimay shrugged, conceding her General’s point, then sacrificed one arm to the cold outside her cloak to pick up one of the mugs, clutching it in the same way as Kurae did. Her fellow swordsman’s face was blank as he sipped the steaming brown liquid, but he could look equally bland no matter what he was eating.
If nothing else, the warmth of the liquid leaked through the mug to her fingers. Carefully she sipped at the milk and not-dirt mixture, enjoying the feel of it as it ran down to her stomach. The warmth seemed to flow out to almost every stretch of her body, though her feet were still frozen. The milk itself was sweet, but strangely bitter at the same time. A gritty, earthy, but generally pleasant mix. She nodded and smiled at the swordsman-come-chef.
Kurae nodded to acknowledge Nimay’s approval, but his face remained blank and stony as ever.
Melraan clinked his nails on the side of his mug. “So what is it?”
“Cocoa.”
“We need to get some of that for the healers next time we go up there.”
Nimay thought she almost saw a faint smile pass Kurae’s lips.
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Date: 2005-04-23 11:24 am (UTC)