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Post by shadowreine on Apr 17, 2009 21:33:19 GMT -6
Rilon was used to eating meals with a horde of siblings around one long table. To the occasional food fights started by the littles. To passing various items to relatives.
He thought he was used to crowded meals. Stepping into one of the Weyr's dining rooms at about when everyone was heading in for evening meal...finally brought home to the lad exactly how many people there were at a Weyr.
His mind tried to insist thousands, but he knew he was exaggerating. Still, dozens of people crowded the room, firelizards swooped by overhead in a riot of color.
He wondered about his chances of snagging one of the eggs currently warming on the Sands. Maybe if he made a polite request of the Weyrwoman? He could argue that it would help him learn what he needed to learn to take care of a dragon.
Okay. So. Food. There was plenty of it, albeit mostly stew...he supposed that was the easiest to make for a crowd on non-feast days. And klah, and juice and, of course, wine.
Klah? No, not at this hour, and his hand hovered towards one of the pitchers of juice, but from his angle, "Do you know if that pitcher is redfruit juice or what?" he asked of somebody nearby.
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