The Captain's Cabin Who: Viara Tremaine, Thren Canondais Where: The Northern Star When: 9:45 Dragon; 4 Eluviesta Summary: Thren and Vi think too much, talk too big, and kiss too little - Until they give in Rating: Teen (Language, Mature Situations)
Meal time on The Northern Star could best be described as loosely controlled chaos. The actual area for eating was not quite large enough to fit all of the crew - even given their elven size - and sooner or later, women ended up on floors, on the tables, or even sprawled out in the hallway if they were not taking their meals on the deck. The only consistent thing was that all food was consumed. The spices from cooking could be smelled for an hour or more before mealtime, and Bob's voice boomed now and again as whoever was stuck with kitchen duty scurried between the two areas - somehow, even the most scary-looking of the crew managed to look terrified of the Master Chef. Viara tended to eat towards the end of the shift - it gave her an idea of the general mood, and it made sure her crew got their fill.
Looked like...some kind of thick, creamy stew tonight, she thought as she made her way to get a portion, grinning at some girls who seemed excited for the quick payday headed for them the next day. It smelled delicate, and had the faintest green color - Viara guessed there were peas in it. They were a good early vegetable, and they kept well.
She tried to keep her hands steady as the soup was ladled. She felt like she was coming down after being awake for 48 hours on end. Her head was buzzing and she was almost over-alert, but at the same time, her mind was sluggish, and she didn't follow conversations quite as easily as was usual. Being apart from Thren for a few hours didn't seem to make as much as a difference as she'd hoped, and it made her stomach twitch. 'Don't think about it' she murmured to herself, and got a large glass of grog. She had the sense she'd need it.