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Becky Eye of the beholder 7-8am
“Becky, Becky” Sya reached out a small hand to pause her mid way, the woman had energy but Sya had to try and keep up with her! “For one, due to a room. Relocation… we may be able to find you space. I have a smaller room with a balcony spare.” Sya said she could shift the two coach men to the Best, hand Becky the back room and get her out the basement. Her blush could not be stopped though at exactly how the room came available, nore the smile.
Becky was between two orders and three pans holding the spatula in her teeth,
"Thus fune..." She tried to talk through the wooden handle. Her hands adding peppers and herbs to the eggs making them really special. Her eyes caught the hourglass on the counter about ready to be empty, she reached for a hand rag and bent over to open the stove. Grabbing the tray of fresh muffins she thought, 'blueberries' as she took out the tray and set them on the counter behind her.
"Thuney!" She said muffled through the wood thinking honey should be a more simple matter to get around here. At least she hoped it would be. There were simply too many things the young cook took for granted back home. With a sigh she turned back quickly from the counter and the muffins to the three pans all sizzling. spitting out the spatula the raven haired woman smiled,
"Order up!" “Anyway” She said with more emphasis than needed, Sya doubted Becky cared who she slept with, she was already a reborn emberkin. “This…is, I have to take your world for it, food draws no benefit for me.” Sya said and explained why she had not tried any of the food, it was not an insult just her changed nature.
“I thought I'd be closed till after the speech” Sya said as the place just got busy anyway, Dawn Haven just followed its own rules and did its own thing regardless of what you or anyone else wanted.
“give me a few minutes, I Have plans and we can talk on way,” Sya said as Becky clearly had an idea she needed more gold for. A trip down to her strong room and she had a heavy pouch securely on her person, her knife and for good measure one in her boot. Sya was used to living on the streets too long.
Her return from the basement she headed back up noting Becky was a tidy sort. “We can go to market, and il direct you to post office, Prince has a speech planned, we better do it sooner than later. I want to spend some time in the hot spring too beforehand.” Sya said as she had worked hard and taking part of the morning off was her privilege she earned.
She did not bother with a cloak, the cold did not bother her and just wore her normal tavern dress though the design did not hide a red mark on her neck and shoulder she wore without shame. The only really necklace she even owned was a small hammer on a leather cord and hoped she could get more vibrant fabrics.
Taking a double glance she saw Sya with the one big eye and for a second was really taken back. How did she not notice it last night? Shaking her head thinking how tired she was after being literally carted off from her home. The poor woman, the deformity was really different but hey she knew Captain Jack and though he had only one eye from a battle with a debt collector it was hardly anything new. Lots of people she met in Lumanis had only one of things that should have been two. Either from fights, accidents, or gambling people seemed to be kinda careless. The thick baker thought it might have been due to the loss of the sun light. Shaking her head not wanting to be rude to the woman who despite it all was running possibly the only respectable place in this new town smiled at Sya with a nod.
"Food has many benefits. Sometimes its just nice to taste something that rekindles a fond memory from the last time such a morsel graced your lips. Sometimes its the discovery of a new flavor or food that sparks ...creativity." She blushed slightly thinking of the delivery guy and something to do with the honey. Or that new hire with the red hair and how she had the silver laugh when ever they rolled the dough together, and the playful fight over flour after.
"Well yes, there are many benefits to food." Rebecca said in a more hushed tone looking more at her work of plating the last orders for the breakfast rush.
Wiping the bacon grease and sweat from her hands on the cloths she nodded at the sweet tavern owner.
"Yes! I'll be right there just have to douse the oven and we can let these muffins cool. I would like to stop at a market. I'll need honey, and blue berries for next time. I'm not sure of your budget but it will be a good investment, I promise they will sell like, oh hot cakes! Did you ever try them? You must they are flat wide cakes with butter and honey are simply amazing! We can add some fruit on the side for a little extra." She giggled, excited about getting more ingredients to add to the dishes. The extra is always how taverns got you. Well them and bakeries. She would always insist on asking if the customer would like the little extra, most of the time they wanted it and only needed the question to indulge themselves in the adding of sugar for a few copper more. She smiled deviously.
Taking off her leather apron and patting the sweat from her face she followed Sya's movements out of the tavern. Talking on the way sounded great! Becky wanted to get to know her boss more. Her eyes glanced at the marks on the woman's neck with a knowing smile. Seemed she wasnt the only one cooking up things around here. It was nice to know someone had taken interest in the poor woman. Until she wondered what her partner looked like assuming it was some town drunk that had a wooden leg they could laugh and talk over their bonding of having only one of things. He must really love her the baker thought sweetly about the two love birds.
"Okay.." Sounding a bit uncertain. Seeing the stove was done smoking out the last of the doused fire.
"Dont want the tavern to burn down while we're out. I'm ready Sya.""Hot springs?" She wondered if it was to do laundry but then Sya brought no bundle. With a care free shrug she smiled at her companion.
"Sure I've never been to one of those sounds like it could be an adventure." Her voice full of optimism. Without laundry it must be something non work related and after the rush she was ready for anything non work related.
“Grab a cloak Becky, let's find you some sugar before the whole town turns to madness. If you need some time?” Sya said with a more business like tone but could not quite hide her cheerful demeanour and fact she was rather much pleased with herself and proud.
The loud sound outside was jarring, it wounded like a whole tree was being dragged I'm through the streets.. surely not. No one was strong ernough unless they had a whole team of cart horses. Unless... She glanced over but the Royal guard who had arrived and took a spot by bar eating did not seem concerned as yet so Sya was not.
Really though it was jarring, whatever was moving or being moved must have been huge to generate such a noise and a low rumble as it did so. Maybe they where building a heavy palisade around the town and hauling in some thick hard woods to use? The town guard where numerous but feel safer with a solid barrier and if the Door incident was to go by the town guard reacted rather slowly. Too slowly. She would have to depend on the knight and his men at the Inn it seemed.
Dawn Haven. Well this was Dawn Haven she thought.
Becky grabbed her cloak with the rabbit lining she had gotten in a barter for some pies. Following her boss out the door of the tavern and into the dark street. Growing up in Lumanis, this was nothing new to her but at least the guards were more open then they were hear. Sparse would be the word that came to the bakers mind. The knife in her boot was giving her a little comfort but Sya was seemingly unfazed by the commotion so the thick raven haired woman just went with it. Keeping closer to her new companion never the less as they moved through the town.
"I'm ready, lets get going. I cant wait to show you all the amazing things we can do with more sugar." She smiled and winked at the double entendre.
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Marcon
Sat eating the hot stew and looked about. The woman with the giant eye was very concerning but no monster. The woman in the red dress was as pale as death and certainly the ruby eyes was cause for concern but albino people he had heard of in his travels thought the rumor was they lived in the frozen north. Being well traveled he had seen many things that would shock a lesser learned person but not this warrior. The one truly shocking thing was the boy who was by the over heard conversation the Prince of the town. And the lady seemed to be a noble from Durantel? He had heard of the region but never had the business or reason to go there. They were actually holding a court in a tavern? He smirked and shook his head. How the new generation really let the old ways fall so far to the way side. Taking another bite of the stew he watched the meeting with some interest.
This prince really needed a better head on his shoulders Marcon thought. Glancing about he noted the two red haired fellows that also seemed to be taking an interest to the corner conversation. Brigands by the look of them, yet the old knight didnt really see any fight to them, in fact they looked a little frightened he thought. The Princes guardsmen must be waiting for his return outside. Surely they would be too late if someone inside decided to make a move against the monarch. The prince wore no armor or a notable weapon, another bite of potato as he tried to size up the seemingly care free youth. Either he was confident in his security or he really was no idea how fleeting the life of nobility could be. Truly most built large keeps built to the sole protection of a single person, or their family line, yet here there was no such construction even being started. Which would fall in line with the towns laughable defenses. A good walk around the edges of town might be due the old champion thought. Shadows had a way of lurking at the edges of towns and kingdoms. He had to admit, at least the stew was really good.
No armor, a single sword, hopefully out numbered would be a great way to start the day. Flexing his hand before his face he felt the stiffness of his knuckles from being broken more than once yet still answered the masters call if a bit rusty to react. Images of honor and glory filled his mind with the many opportunities this Dawnhaven presented to the grizzled knight like honorary gifts laid before his table. The smirk returning to his withered face as his hazel eyes narrowed into slits of excitement of finding bandits or even better a real monster! Most had the know all to build on the outskirts of a forest but this time they choose to build in the very heart of it. Sure why not surround the helpless with a dark forest until now people had no reason to venture and better yet bring only a handful of trained guardsmen to defend it while the walls wheren't even built. It was all so amusing to the old warrior. Yes, getting a lay of the land and the edges of town would be the very next thing to do. Maybe they would have more need of his skills as a seasoned knight then a carpenter.
Marcon watched the tavern girl with the malformed face speak freely to the prince with little courtly trappings or etiquette to know how brazen her act truly was. The prince also seemed to be less interested in courtly trappings and etiquette himself so maybe he was the type to over look it. The knight would have to remember this when it came time for his own dealings with this ...man. Letting out a quiet sigh he took the mug of ale to his face as the mans steely eyes kept Marcon alert to the surroundings. Waiting for his turn to speak to the Prince.
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