Life in a White Dress (Attn: Aeryn))

[Kura]

Once again, Serien found herself elbow deep in a pot, scrubbing for all that she was worth. She held mixed feelings about this, on one hand it felt like demeaning work for someone who would one day help run the world. On the otherhand, it reminded her of home and the mother she missed terribly. Either way, she knew she’d be scrubbing pots for a long time.

 

No one told her how long it took to gain the shawl, or the low chances of actually attaining that elusive rank. She would though, she knew she would. She looked around, dying to have someone to talk to, and found a fairly tall novice with locks the color of honey and pale skin just a bit further down. Serien scooted closer and smiled at the girl, “You’d think these pots would be paper thin after all the times we wash them.” She let a chuckle slip through her lips, looking at the girl to see if she’d be rejected, which happened far more often than she’d like to admit, or accepted and could start up idle chatter.

 

By that of course she meant complain about being a novice, but that wasn’t the point.

[Jehaine]

Though Aeryn was raised as a noble, she was no stranger to doing work herself. The village her family ruled wasn't a very big one, not large enough to afford more than one or two servants at best, and even they could be called away if something came up. Either way, according to her family at the time it 'built character', and it was a small consolation to her that the Aes Sedai apparently felt the same way.

 

“You’d think these pots would be paper thin after all the times we wash them.”

 

She looked to her side, noticing one of the other Novices had come up to her for conversation. Even though her sleeves were rolled up and her dress stained from the grease and soot from the inside and outside respectively of the large cookpot she was scrubbing, she still managed to appear composed -- though the image had been starting to fade the mre time she spent scrubbing on the pot.

 

- "I'd wish they were, then the Aes Sedai could make new ones with the Power. Clean ones."

 

Again, the image wavered for a second as she sent an annoyed glare at the pot which had taken up her attention for the past thirty minutes. If looks could kill, the Aes Sedai would certainly be in need of a new set of pots, but if that were possible she didn't doubt other Novices would have done the same. Or the ones assigned to cleaning the pots tomorrow for that matter.

 

 

Aeryn

Burn, pots! Buuuuurrnnnn!!!

[Kura]

Serien laughed at the idea of Aes Sedai stooping to the level of pot crafter. "That'd be great, to bad we'd just be washing pots with the flame inscribed on them though." She didn't take her hands from the pot, knowing that a wooden spoon awaited her if she stopped working. The woman who ran this place was strict, nice, but strict.

 

The Ebou Dari wiped off yet another large black kettle, rinsing it before setting it out to dry, a low metal klang born from the action. "I'm Serien Miarada, of Ebou Dar, sentenced the a life of scrubbing do to boy trouble. Yourself?" Serien gave the other woman one of her winning smiles, not the flirtatious ones that she shot all the customers at her mother's inn, no, she doubted very much if such a thing would be appreciated.

 

For this lapse in work, she did in fact find a metal spoon swinging at her bottom. She gave a quick yip, and apologized to the head cook, before returning to work on the pots, flushing red at the whole ordeal. An astute observer however, would notice that she gripped the pot with white knuckles, choking back her normal reaction to a slight. Breath girl... You'll be above that infernal woman one day... This time her grin was a bit tentative as she looked at the other girl, this time however, she never stopped her scrubbing...

[Jehaine]

Aeryn was still scrubbing, silently thanking her temper in refusing to let a kettle get the better of her. The determined look in her eyes started becoming a determinedly stubborn one though, and her movements slowly became more fierce, more agitated. Fortunately, the cook took it as a will to work hard, and slapped Serien with the ladle to have her copy the effort. She gave the other Novice an apologetic glance before turning back to glaring at a particularly burnt in spot near the bottom.

 

- "Lady Aeryn Shainrahien of Almoth, scrubbing to become an Aes Sedai one day and go back home."

 

There was some distinct red showing at her temples now, and she was clenching her jaw so hard Sarien would almost be able to hear her teeth grind. Scrubbing furiously on a spot that just wouldn't go away, there was nothing ladylike about the shouting that filled the kitchens after that.

 

- "GYAH! By the Light, doesn't anyone here know make a proper stew without burning half of it on the fire? I swear i -- OW! I'm still scrubbing, what is your problem, woman!?!"

 

The kitchens, as could be expected, became a bit quiet as chatting amongst Novices died down, making the resounding slap of a ladle hitting someone's bottom all the better heard. Almost growling, she faced the Mistress of the Kitchens with a burning glare, though she didn't stop scrubbing just yet -- she just moved to the side a little so she could do both at the same time.

 

 

Aeryn

...Okay, so that's her temper

[Jehaine]

OOC: *bumps*