Moth to Lantern (Adanedhel) {August 3011}
Aug 6, 2018 13:41:21 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Aug 6, 2018 13:41:21 GMT -5
"They are just jesting. Do not get upset."
“Ah,” Keleth murmured, looking between Adanedhel and the ladies. “I apologize. I do not… always have translation well. I miss many words yet,” she admitted. Though she did not often ask people to still their speech so that she might catch up. Often at a loss to jesting. She knew it was the way of things, especially among the elves. Speaking in riddles, and playing with words.
Searching for condemnation in Adanedhel’s face, she found none as he took her offered food, and she placed the basket down, clasping her hands together as she watched him.
“It is not so bad Kelet. You mentioned this was your first time? Do I keep all of these or am I supposed to share? It has..different flavors that I have not tried before. Tell me, what did you use?””
“What I use?” Kelet paused, staring up at his eyes. "I know not… words… Kardamon, shantsai, khums, Sychuani chinjüü, od gonid.” She shook her head, unable to explain. “I show you if you like?”
“You used cardamom, anise, clove, cinnamon...” Taenil explained, as she had watched Kelet’s crafting. “And some… strange pepper. I do not even know where she found it.”
“Pepper, yes,” Kelet agreed. “I pick… pick near river. It has ma...” She tapped her lips with her fingers, trying to explain the numbing tingle which the peppercorn would make if taken in quantity. In the food she had used only a small portion ground. “Almost same as what they use in East. See?” Kelet crossed the room to the shelf which Amarië had cleared for her to store what she used, and came back to Adanedhel, bells ringing, a small pink peppercorn squeezed between her fingers. “Taste,” she told him.
“Feel the ma?” she asked, smiling after she had given it to him, reaching up to tap Adan’s lip, which set Taenil into a state of laughter, and Inundis spinning to turn back to her work with a smile on her own face.
“I want to try this as well,” Taenil delighted over the dumpling, plucking one from the basket.
“Adanedhel decide what to do with rest. Male eats first, yes? It is the way in Rhûn.” Women would craft the foods, but men decided to where and whom it belonged.
“I have not heard such things,” argued, gleaning a sharp eye from Kelet, as Adanedhel should have been the one to offer such food to her, the dumpling which she was now testing. “It is not the way here, you know this Kelet.”
“Hmm...” Keleth hummed, without answer. She had never eaten beside a male, in all her life. Even though she had seen elves dining together in feasting hall since her arrival, never had she taken sustenance beside a male. In Nalaikh the Zakhiral and his sons would eat, while the women stood aside to wait for instructions, taking their own meal later in the kitchens.
“Ah,” Keleth murmured, looking between Adanedhel and the ladies. “I apologize. I do not… always have translation well. I miss many words yet,” she admitted. Though she did not often ask people to still their speech so that she might catch up. Often at a loss to jesting. She knew it was the way of things, especially among the elves. Speaking in riddles, and playing with words.
Searching for condemnation in Adanedhel’s face, she found none as he took her offered food, and she placed the basket down, clasping her hands together as she watched him.
“It is not so bad Kelet. You mentioned this was your first time? Do I keep all of these or am I supposed to share? It has..different flavors that I have not tried before. Tell me, what did you use?””
“What I use?” Kelet paused, staring up at his eyes. "I know not… words… Kardamon, shantsai, khums, Sychuani chinjüü, od gonid.” She shook her head, unable to explain. “I show you if you like?”
“You used cardamom, anise, clove, cinnamon...” Taenil explained, as she had watched Kelet’s crafting. “And some… strange pepper. I do not even know where she found it.”
“Pepper, yes,” Kelet agreed. “I pick… pick near river. It has ma...” She tapped her lips with her fingers, trying to explain the numbing tingle which the peppercorn would make if taken in quantity. In the food she had used only a small portion ground. “Almost same as what they use in East. See?” Kelet crossed the room to the shelf which Amarië had cleared for her to store what she used, and came back to Adanedhel, bells ringing, a small pink peppercorn squeezed between her fingers. “Taste,” she told him.
“Feel the ma?” she asked, smiling after she had given it to him, reaching up to tap Adan’s lip, which set Taenil into a state of laughter, and Inundis spinning to turn back to her work with a smile on her own face.
“I want to try this as well,” Taenil delighted over the dumpling, plucking one from the basket.
“Adanedhel decide what to do with rest. Male eats first, yes? It is the way in Rhûn.” Women would craft the foods, but men decided to where and whom it belonged.
“I have not heard such things,” argued, gleaning a sharp eye from Kelet, as Adanedhel should have been the one to offer such food to her, the dumpling which she was now testing. “It is not the way here, you know this Kelet.”
“Hmm...” Keleth hummed, without answer. She had never eaten beside a male, in all her life. Even though she had seen elves dining together in feasting hall since her arrival, never had she taken sustenance beside a male. In Nalaikh the Zakhiral and his sons would eat, while the women stood aside to wait for instructions, taking their own meal later in the kitchens.