Jaune Khaylia


Feeding hatchlings, oiling hatchlings, being angry at Jaune


It is late night of the sixteenth day of the ninth month of the fourteenth turn of the 12th pass.


Igen-Weyr, Kitchen Courtyard

OOC Date 11 Aug 2018 07:00


"… I hate you."


Kitchen Couryards

The domestic space of the kitchen courtyard is small, dusty, slightly over-grown, and practical. The focal point of the stone courtyard is a large well found directly in the middle. Turns have worn the once angled bricks to soft, crumbling curves about the lip, and a bucket always slightly damp is tied, secure, and ready to use at the side. Though a broom has swept here since last you passed through, it would appear the wind-borne dust has merely been heaped under the cobble-cracking shrubs of a stubborn environment that grow ever upward. A few benches are scattered around, but the feel is not comfort, for this small slice of sky and wind are saved for a kitchen staff always on the move.

Jaune and Khaylia. Well, just Jaune right now. He has pulled pail from well and filled a small clay bowl. And set it upon a bench. Mikeal is puttering around on the bench, poking his snout into clay bowl and keening up at Jaune. Whom holds meat in hand and teases the young hatchling unto its hind legs to reach upwards for pieces of meat. Some time to himself, under shade with a steady breeze.

Khaylia might have finally met her match in the form of her own demanding little blue firelizard. The creature is crying piteously as Khaylia escapes the kitchen with a bowl of scraps. "Stop that," it's said sharply,but with an overtone of affection. Glancing up she sees Jaune, "Oh, you." Well. They can sit and NOT TALK. Kenna settles herself on a bench and slowly - way slower than the little blue wants - beings to feed him.

Jaune's bronze feasts upon a few more morsels, before turning to waddle towards that blue. And tuck snout under tummy to scrabble with it. "C'mon Mikeal." Jaune tries to guide the brown away but is thoroughly ignored. Big brothers gotta bully. He tosses a bit of meat to land in front of the Blue as well. "Slept? Mine keeps waking me up for food." There goes the whole, no talking thing.

The blue pouts at the brown when he approaches, but then there is MEAT, and the greedy little blue isn't going to turn THAT down. "Ken!" Khaylia chides, reaching out to sweep her blue up in her hand and away from his brother. "You don't know where that has been." Loftily she sweeps some hair over her shoulder, "It's not my problem if yours is bad mannered."

Aw. Poor Ken, no meat. "I got it from the kitchens, just like you did." Mikeal scoops up the meat morsel and begins to keen softly up towards his brother, circling back and forth on the bench. "He is just hungry. And a bit lonely, I think. Do you know if they need to be kept with others?"

Ken gets meat! He just gets it at the measured pace that Khaylia chooses to deliver it, one dropped piece at a time with PLENTY of space for him to clear his throat. "Of course they shouldn't be alone!" Khaylia misunderstands, eyeing the vintner with disapproval. "Are you leaving him alone?!"

"The flitters in the apprentice quarters are much too big for him to be roughing around with." Jaune reachs across to wrap a hand around the brown's tummy and bring him to cradle against his chest. "I just worry for him. I am illsuited to this. I have the oil but it never seems to be enough. He grows so fast."

"If you can't do it, then you shouldn't have taken the egg." Khaylia wears her lofty superiority like a cloak, even as she feeds the blue cuddled in her arms. "You should find someone who can take care of him if you cannot."

"We are doing fine, thank you. I had just thought you might like to have the two of them visit each other. Know each other." Jaune brings out the oil in its jar, churned almost to a butter that can be seen when he opens the top and leaves it open. Then scoops a dollop to caress into the brown's back.

Khaylia wrinkles her nose but the idea has some merit so she relents a TOUCH. The blue is allowed to extend his head towards the brown at least with a chirp that is less piteous now that the food is coming. "Where did you get that oil?"

"The bazaar. Took a lot of walking and a good bit of haggling." Jaune pays special attention down the brown's stomach while it turns in his arms, exposing its belly to touching. Mikeal is full at the amount. "Would you like to use some? I have a lot."

Khaylia has her dignity all tucked about her but the way that Mikeal is enjoying that oil makes it hard. "Oh very well, yes, please. It wouldn't hurt Ken even a little bit, and you would like it, wouldn't you?" Her tone turns on a dime into sweetness and light as she speaks directly to the blue firelizard.

Khaylia has her dignity all tucked about her but the way that Mikeal is enjoying that oil makes it hard. "Oh very well, yes, please. It wouldn't hurt Ken even a little bit, and you would like it, wouldn't you?" Her tone turns on a dime into sweetness and light as she speaks directly to the blue firelizard.

"Oh please. I probably will end up with too much by the end of his growth." Mikeal is definitely enjoying being oiled up, but he is put down. Put down so Jaune can run oil down that tail that keeps getting longer too. Khaylia gets a quick look at her tonal change. Its not directed at him, and the last time it was it turned very quickly to snarly grumpy KHaylia.

"End up with too much?" Khaylia asks quizzically but sits down and reaches out for some of that oil. Lifting it to her nose she sniffs once, dubiously, but then reaches to apply it. Ken's enjoyment is CLEAR and a bright smile breaks across Khaylia's features.

"I don't think firelizards grow that big. And this is a very large jar." Mikeal moves back and forth under the care of Jaune's hands. Then pat-pat-pats its paws over the bench towards Khaylia and her blue, to nudge at its neck and flop head overtop head. "Has Cremla been nice to you, since you brought her the wine?" Oh. Maybe not ask that question. Thats how you got yelled at last time.

"I mean, if you have to use it…" Khaylia says looking up from the puddle of blue firelizard in her arm as he is OH SO HAPPY about that oil. "Wine?" She questions, confused before, "Why would I take wine to the headwoman?"

"Well. To the cook. At the behest of the headwoman." Jaune does remember how that meeting went. Mostly. The yelling subdued the memory of the end of it. "The wine for the cook then." Jaune wipes the excess oil off into the lip of the jar, then the remainder onto leather jerkin. "I just worry. Sometimes. I want to know you're doing okay."

"You must have the memory of a vtol." Khaylia says, referring to the tiny bugs that jump straight up and is pretty useless. Her unoiled hand is used to flick hair behind her ear. "Of COURSE he was grateful for the wine. Why would you care about how I'm doing?" That last is asked with a great deal of curiosity.

"We're both very new here. Igen Weyr is a strange place to be, its nothing like anywhere else I've lived or trained at." Another piece of meat is flopped onto the ground by the brown, who stares at it and picks it up tentatively in its mouth. Hunger slowing for the day. Sleep is soon. Jaune shrugs, then seems to have forgotten he had already shrugged, does so again. "Have you seen the sunset during a dust storm yet?"

Khaylia looks at the man strangely, brown eyes weighing him for some invisible quality. "It isn't so different, I mean, it's different but not badly, from where I come from. And yes, I have. I, my home." She corrects herself quickly, "has them occasionally, though not like here does."

"This place has them all the time. Makes it difficult to move from place to place those days. At least I can get to my work easily enough." Jaune watchs her to ensure she has finished with the oil before closing it up. To tuck back into the satchel that rests on the other side of him against his hip. "Its tough to make your way in a new place. Is all. I am glad you are doing well."

"It's kind of arrogant," Khaylia tosses out, the pot firmly calling the kettle black here, "to assume that just because you can't handle your new environment that I can't handle mine."

Jaune just sighs at her words, his pot already put away in his bag so she can't be mean to it too. "I didn't assume. I said I was glad you are doing well. I am doing well here. I just sold my first ale away. That you got first taste of, if you desire to." He'll flash her his quick white smile.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?!" Khaylia doesn't have one emotion. She has them ALL and right now her tone is slightly dangerous for Jaune.

"You seem like a glass of ale wouldn't put you down." Jaune returns slowly. The dangerous tone is spotted this time, and he is watchful. "I like to share what I do with friends. Let you tell me if you like it or not."

"Nonsense!" Khaylia stands up abruptly, though she's careful to not jostle the firelizard too-too much. The blue is transferred carefully to her shoulder and he'll go to sleep there. "I can drink a glass of ale without going down!"

Jaune startles at her quick move to stand, and lifts his brown as well, letting him loll back in his arm like a small baby as he stands. "I will make sure that you get your taste when I have a taste then? You'll meet me for a drink?"

"Why, Jaune." Khaylia totally knew his name! "Are you asking me out on a DATE now?" Walk carefully Jaune.

Jaune's eyebrows furl together, blonde sails battered under stormy winds. Then a blink or two and he pets his brown slow down the back. "Um..Khaylia. I'll try, but I don't know if I am going to be able to get dates. They might be out of season."

"… I hate you." That shouldn't come as too much of a surprise to hear fall from Khaylia's lips and she turns and runs out of the courtyard much to the dismay of her firelizard to who wakes up with the jostling run.

Jaune blinks even more rapidly than before now. Oh right. This is just how Khaylia says goodbye. With rude words and sashaying runs. He is quick to respond. "Yes. You hate me, but you'll stillll commee drinkk my alleee?" Because he has to raise his voice as she takes off away from him. "I'll send her a letter when I get closer to kegging."

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