Waiting Tables (attn: anyone)
Shai
ebb and flow that was the kitchens. Early evening and the peak of the
dinner hour, she nevertheless swam through the mass of bodies like a
shipfish. She had been born in a crowded sea like this one, and
realized she would probably die in it. As she served a platter of
fish to the Head Table, a morbid image of her body (or what she
envisioned it to be, as she rarely saw her own reflection) washing
ashore for firelizards and 'snakes to peck out her eyes.
I wouldn't mind being eaten by a golden flitter, she mused
halfheartedly, envisioning again the scene but from a different view,
this time with the glint and glimmer of golden wings above her, to be
later joined by bronzed ones. She could see the waves gently swirling
the black sand around her fingers and hear them crashing distantly
against large volcanic boulders and cliffs. An eyeball disappeared
down the gullet of a particularly happy-looking queen...
Head and eyes averted downward, she nearly missed Faelon serving the
same table, or rather the Harper seated there. Catching her eye, she
ventured a wan smile before disappearing back into the kitchen. There
was a great many people to serve, as always.
"Aivee, that table hasn't been served yet." Taking directions from
the same woman Faelon had earlier, she grabbed more platters and
trays, headed out for the table indicated. Scurrying back and forth
for seemingly an eternity, she then waited on the next table and the
next. Her mind was elsewhere though as she thought about Faelon, a
rare person in that she might have considered her a friend had she
trusted anyone. She even went so far as to feel sorry for her; it was
obvious Faelon had fallen hard for the Weyrleader and such a
relationship as the one she wanted would likely never work out.
She dodged a person rising from their seat by spinning around them,
deftly keeping two hands full from spilling. She set the platter on
the same table, catching the eye of someone.
( Tag to anyone in the Hall )
Tricia
Val'en saw the girl almost spill her holdings, and stood in case she
needed help. Still she seemed to recover, and he smiled lightly.
"Are you alright?" he asked. Val'en might be suffering through some
hard times because of his sister, but it didn't mean he was dead. He
was simply more aware of things around him. Like the looks he'd
gotten from others. He'd ignored them. Just like he'd ignored so
many other things.
Shai
knots; she had graced the Sands enough times to know such things
almost as well as she knew the kitchen. In her moment of shock, her
eyes widened with something akin to hope. Could he..? No. Too
young. Her eyes deadened, resuming their former sullen search of the
floor, as if there was something far more engaging there, or on her
boot. She nodded once and brushed past, lifting her eyes only to scan
the tabletops for one needing another platter of food. "I'm fine."