[PRP] Arm's Length (Lihyo/Chakuri)

[demon_pachabel]

Peeling tubers was a fairly menial, half-minded chore even to Lihyo, but she'd been all but banished from the kitchens after it had been disastrously discovered that she had very much no skill in making anything edible. Sure, she knew how to let lavender and cinnamon and oil and alcohol sit and mire together to pull out their scents so that another could wear them, but she had a way of letting a watched pot simply be watched, rather than acted upon, and it resulted in more messes than she was worth.

So she'd been banished to tubers, sitting with her feet on her seat in a permanently crouched position while she hunched over her knees and carefully worked the knife in a spiraling peel under the table. It was soothing, really, even if it tended to be the type of chore that made people want to talk a lot. Which was the part she didn't like. Nobody really seemed to enjoy the satisfaction of a cleanly done job more than they did of getting it done, it seemed. The mere idea made her crinkle her nose and frown.

That was no good, really.

xxxxTsunake

 

[Tsunake]

Chakuri certainly wasn't the best cook in the world, but she'd picked up on quite a few things when making meals for her mother and father. It might not be the most exciting task in the world, but it was an important one, and her eagerness to pitch in was welcomed. She was chopping vegetables at the moment, but.... for the last several minutes, she found herself sneaking glances at the girl peeling tubers.

How could she sit like that? It looked easy enough, but Chakuri bet her own legs would be burning before too long. Was she peeling the tubers under the table? Look at how long and curly she could get the skin! Chakuri wasn't nearly as good as that.

"Don't your legs ache?" She finally couldn't help but ask, admiring and curious all at once. It never occurred to her that someone might not want to talk--especially during some of the more less interesting chores...

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

"Not really," Lihyo answered immediately, her voice sharp and direct. It wasn't a snap, however, but it reflected her perpetually frowning face. "I wouldn't be sitting this way if they did." Did other people continuously do things they didn't like if they had a choice in the matter? She couldn't help but ponder that briefly.

Then, she slammed the peeled tuber back onto the table, snatched up another, and began the peeling process all over again.

Tsunake

Lihyo plz.

 

[Tsunake]

Oh. Chakuri blinked at the response, unable to decide if she'd irritated the girl or not. "That's fair enough." She didn't wince at the force with which that tuber was slammed down, but it was a close thing. Still, Chakuri was hardly deterred by sharp words and frowns, and after another moment, she spoke again.

"Some people really don't like working in the kitchens, but I don't mind. I've gotten to meet some new friends this way. Have you been at the Weyr long?" Chakuri didn't think so, but she wasn't about to assume anything!

demon_pachabel

 

[demon_pachabel]

With her answer given, Lihyo had assumed the conversation to be nipped in the bud. Apparently, she'd been wrong to do so as the other girl seemed more than happy to continue along. Briefly, she looked to Chakuri with an unchanging stare - no barbs, no furrowed brows of annoyance, just focused intently with the slightest frown.

"The act of mixing and making is soothing when you know it by heart," though she was used to much different ingredients to make a very different result. As for the more prying question, "I've been here long enough to see a few baby dragons, but not long enough to say it has been long." Not comparatively.

Tsunake