Food for Your Thoughts - Ember | Jude

The main, central area of the Weyr, since it's no longer a "bowl" like before, people have taken to calling it the courtyard, or more often, the Weyr Yard. Dragons land and take off here while people walk from building to building going along their daily duties.
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Wed Jul 03, 2019 2:28 pm

Season - Fuzzy time to Winter (takes place a week after the arrival of the Igenese Refugees)
Time - Early Evening
Location - Igenese Refugee Camp, Weyr Yards

@Ember | Judarek
Try as Amuderudalya might, she never could block the deluge of emotions that flooded her mind and heart. In the first few days of the refugees' arrivals, the baker found herself bed bound. It took the support of her sisters to help the baker return to her feet, yet even then, they could not stop the sporadic cries that flowed forth her. So much pain and loss had unleashed itself upon the weyr, plaguing the baker day and night with echoes of the inflictions upon the hearts of hundreds. Yet the baker still tried to make it day by day.

Days came and went when the ability to emerge from bed was impossible. Other days, she somehow managed to gather herself onto her feet and wander down to the kitchens to work. How she managed, she did not know, but somehow she did, each day better than the last, until she had returned to the world to fulfil her duty.

Three times a day, the kitchen workers fed the weak who lacked the strength to wander to the Dining Hall. There were others who preferred to keep a distance entirely, if only for the fact Atricis remained an alien place to them. To Amuderudalya, they seemed indifferent as she passed out meatrolls, cheese rolls, fruit and water, but their animosity and uncertainty towards the weyr that housed them was keenly felt by her. Many hated this place. Many more distrusted it. Yet with patience, she fed each and every one, and even went out of her way to seek out those who might miss then the dinner bell rang. It was along the outskirts of the camp, away from the marinaded bodies, dull cries, and propped tents that Amuderudalya found a lone figure. From a distance, she already sensed a familiar hollowness she had felt from dragonless men.

No wonder he kept his distance, she thought quietly as she dared to approach him with Croquembouche padding behind her. Once she arrived, she presented her basket to him, and pulled back the cloth that covered the content. Revealed within the basket was a collection of glistening meatrolls, and buttery cheese rolls, as well as several cups of ripe fruit. "I know you have your reasons for stay here, but I do have some food and water if you'd like," she assured the stranger.
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