Waking To Dragons And Elves 29 Elyn Bitterswee

A knock from the door and someone talking to me with words I don't understand. I get up and walk over to the door to open it.

I'm greeted by a bundle of clothes in my face, and looking up they seem to be carried by a woman wearing a maids outfit like the ones when I was eating last night. A cough as she tries to get my attention before talking to me again.

All I can do is stare at her blankly, not knowing what she is saying. She decides to hold the clothes under one arm and gestures as if she is eating with the other. Now knowing what she was trying to say I nod as I attempt to find where I ate last night.

It takes me a few minutes walking, well ok, a lot of minutes walking. I think I got lost five times already before I stumble into the right door leading to the hall I ate at.

After another round of sitting at a table while being given whatever food I point at, I feel full and go to stand up only for another servant to help move my chair back which made me jump.

Stood back in the hallway I realise I have nothing to do. I have no games or books I can play with or read. I end up walking the building unsure of what to do.

At some point I find myself in a less shiny part of the house, the walls are dull and there are no decorations. The windows are plain compared to the coloured gla.s.s of the large hall.

A smell grabs my attention, the smell of cooking. Similar to the one I'd smell at the start of the week when Emmie goes out of his way to make me bread instead of buying it from the store. Only this smell is a lot more sour and reminds me of some of the bread I was given at the table.

I find myself already walking in through the door following memories of when I helped Emmie make it every week. The man inside the room gets up and checks over his shoulder at me, who just walked in. He gestures in my direction with a flat hand and a word I can only a.s.sume is 'stop' while he finishes his tasks and turns to me.

While he is finishing up alone in the kitchen I let my eyes wander at the variety of different plants and ingredients in the room. A sealed door leading to another room which I heard Emmie talk about, a 'walk in fridge' like the one he had when he used to work. On the edges of the door are glowing shapes and just looking at some of them make me feel cold with their spooky blue glow.

The man brings his attention back to me as I stare back up at him, he has a smile glued to his face like the animals in the kids books I've seen. Emmie always says they have punch-able faces but I never knew what he meant.

He gestures around the kitchen as if introducing the room to me. I decide to keep staring at the counter he was making bread at which he takes note of and gestures that I should walk over to him.

He grabs a nearby stool from one of the walls and puts it next to the counter, offering to help me up on it.

After I'm seated he puts out a few different ingredients, different leaves and seeds and a few small hand sized ingredients like fruits on the table.

He waves his hand over the ingredients as if letting me pick. I reach out a hand towards some of the round white seeds while looking at him, he somehow makes his smile larger while gently nodding.

On closer inspection they seem to be like white coloured peas, the man grabs a small handful from a nearby basket and throws them into a small bowl which he begins stabbing at with a stone club. After a few minutes he gets a small plate and pours the dust onto the plate. The smell reminding me of the food I ate from that street cart days ago.

Remembering this I reach out towards the eggs grabbing a few and start trying to smell for some of the herbs I tasted when I had the snack. The man, probably realising what I was looking for, brought over a larger basket filled with a single type of plant. It smells differently to the one I remember so I shrug.

The man decides to start boiling a few eggs, using a bowl which he places on the stove to boil them he then gets a few more of the white peas and starts grounding them down before moving onto the herb and cutting it into small bits unlike the food from the street stall I had before where it was roughly cut.

After he is done preparing the spices he pulls out the eggs before peeling them quickly and coating them in the herbs lightly. The ball of light green spices covering the egg looks a lot more pretty than the ones the street stall were selling, it even looks round without little leaves sticking out which I thought looked cute.

After a moment of cooling down, he offers the three he prepared to me on one of the nearby plates he found. I pick one up with both hands to bite down on it.

I can taste the herb he put in and it mixes well with the slight burning of the pepper, it tastes almost like the dill Emmie brought in once only less bitter instead of the spice that the street stall used. The egg itself has a sweet flavour to it and the inside isn't dry like Emmie always makes. Without noticing at first the man has also brought over a cup of water and placed it near for if I want a drink.

After enjoying a snack Emmie would usually scold me for. I decide to thank the man even if he can't understand and he nods in reply.

Emmie is usually against snacks outside of meals but I'm sure he won't mind this once if I don't tell him.
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Now I'm thinking of Emmie though, he told me to stay with the woman who I haven't seen since yesterday, I should go find her.