Rabbit stew, for two?

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POSTED: Mon Apr 02, 2018 4:24 pm

Jura stood in her garden, head tilted up to the late afternoon sun and closed her eyes, breathing in the fresh spring air. She needed to gather some firewood, which she knew wouldn't be difficult. In her kitchen sat her catch from the day, a spring shoot gorged rabbit. Some water filled her pot, ready for a stew to be made. It would be pretty bland without any herbs, but she couldn't do much about that right now.

Stretching her arms up above her head, Jura turned and quickly walked through her little farmhouse and out into the heart of Winterwynd, hoping to wander down to the river and collect some driftwood for her fire. Hopefully some would be dry from the day's sun, although she'd better pick up the pace if the rain pregnant clouds sweeping towards the village were truthful.

They were. By the time Jura made it to the river and back, wood clutched against her chest to keep it as dry as she could. Any peace she'd felt out in her garden before her trek was thoroughly drowned by her drenched fur. Grumbling, Jura dumped the wood into the fireplace and started sparking kindling to get it going, feeding it with grumpy huffs.
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POSTED: Tue Apr 03, 2018 5:27 pm

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The air was getting warmer, the freshness of spring having arrived with the coming of a new moon. The mottled girl wandered through the landscape she called home, nearly two months older than she had been when she arrived in this strange new land. At nearly ten months old, Saga was indistinguishable from an adult in all but size. Her runty nature would, as it seemed, plague her forever. Not that she cared, she was more than capable of taking care of herself even with a size disadvantage. She ate sparingly, and rabbits filled her up plenty, so there was little point in taking down larger prey, even if she could.

Spring had bought rain with it too. Heavy droplets rained down upon the feral girl as she made her usual patrol. Ferality gave her some protection against the rain, not in the sense that it kept her any drier, but in the way being soaked to the bone bothered her so little. The mottled girl took deep, thankful, breaths of the chilly spring air, and eventually it brought the thick scent of charred kindle with it. Intrigued, she followed it and soon enough, she came upon a familiar face...

'Jura!', Saga greeted warmly, 'How're you settling in?'

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POSTED: Tue Apr 17, 2018 1:29 pm

Just as the fire began to really roar, the fur around her hands steaming from the heat it filled the room with, a friendly face appeared at the door. Jura grinned and beckoned Saga in, the younger female's thick coat drenched.

"Well, there's a face I haven't seen in a little while. Come in and warm up." Jura's kitchen was a bit barren but served it's purpose well enough. The snowy female had cleared and cleaned it out as best she could when she'd first inhabited her little farmhouse, so she wasn't purseproud or embarrassed to let visitors come in and out freely.

"I've settled in okay, so far." she said with a humorous glint to her eye. Although she hadn't been a social butterfly since being accepted into the Vale, she hadn't shied away from encounters either. She should probably make a bit more effort though, she thought. "How've you been, Saga?" Jura asked, rising from her crouch to start slicing up her rabbit where it sat on the oak table, readying it for the stew.
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POSTED: Wed Apr 18, 2018 3:03 pm

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As nonplussed by the rain as she was, she welcomed the opportunity of shelter. Nodding a further greeting to the pale woman, Saga took wide, graceful steps into the kitchen, fighting the urge to shake the beads of water from her coat like a feral dog. Bright eyes surveyed the room, one she'd never been in before, and complimented her companion, 'You've made a nice home here'. Whether the kitchen was or was not well kitted out, Saga had no idea. Still rooted in her feral form, she had no need for such facilities in her own shack slash den. Most importantly, it was tidy, a far cry perhaps from when the cook had first moved in.

Smiling warmly at Jura, Saga let her head bounce up and down in polite nod, 'Good, good'. Jura wasn't an overly social soul, and outside of her duties and craving for information, neither was Saga particularly. Chartreuse eyes watched the cook rise and begin to prepare the meat for her meal, rabbit, Saga was glad to see. 'I've been good' she replied, a brief answer, for she hadn't really much to report back. Since Jura joined, her days had remained very much the same.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 30, 2018 12:32 pm

ooc: sorry for the wait Vida!

Jura smiled and dipped her head in thanks at the speckled females compliment. In the future she would invite her back when she'd added a bit more to her house and made it more of a home. "It's good that you've been good." Jura replied with a chuckle, honest despite her joke.

Under her hands the rabbit was ready to go into the pot. A frown flickered at the corners of her mouth. Any stew she made would be bland as hell with only the rabbit in. Jura currently needed her optime form for the hands. Goldenrod eyes shifted to her guest and with a sheepish look she asked, "I don't suppose you could do me a quick favour, Saga?" At the bottom of her garden grew a small cluster of bittercress. Added to the stew it would give a bit of a peppery taste - a vast improvement over plain rabbit.

"This stew could do with livening up, especially if I have a friend dining with me." the snowy female said, a quiet invitation for the female who she owed her home to to stay. "There's a herb near the far wall of the garden, it's thin with small leaves and a delicate white flower on top. If it's not too much trouble could you grab me one or two?"

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POSTED: Fri May 04, 2018 6:46 pm

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The dappled woman watched her paler companion with genuine interest, having considered Jura a friend since she's plucked her out of the wilderness those short few months ago. Saga flashed a soft, quick smile, not entirely sure how to interact to the small talk. Her childhood had been full of brevity and pointedness from her father, small talk had never been a thing unless Baelish had been involved. And Saga assumed that such a personality trait would have come from their maternal family, from the woman they'd never know.

Jura's sheepish gaze didn't go unnoticed, and Saga's head tilted with curiosity. Lime orbs watched Jura's hands hovered over the rabbit, and from her lips came a request. The spotted girl hadn't expected to be put to work but as an aspiring aide, she was more than happy to help. Rising from her haunches, she asked, 'What do you need?'.

As Jura explained, Saga nodded understandingly. Solidifying the information to mind, the dappled creature disappeared out of the front door and made her way to the far wall of the garden. Soon enough she found her quarry, and awkwardly she used her sharp teeth to prune enough leaves for the stew. Then, using as little of her mouth as she could, she carried them back inside to Jura. Handing them over, she apologised, 'Sorry'.

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POSTED: Mon May 28, 2018 10:33 am

Whilst the dappled girl was gone, Jura made swift work of chucking the sliced rabbit into the pot full of bubbling water. Licking her fingers of blood, Jura to her makeshift cutlery holder - a chipped blue jar she'd found in the shed out in the garden - and plucked out the biggest utensil she had. When she turned back, Saga was back with the bittercress. Reaching out her free hand for the sprigs, Jura grinned. "Thanks, Saga. These are perfect." She ripped them up to try and extract a bit more of their peppery flavour then let them fall from her hand into the bubbling pot.

Jura fell into the easy rhythm of cooking, stirring the stew gently and scraping the ladle against the sides to make sure the rabbit wasn't burning or sticking to the inside. It reminded her of when she was younger and used to hang around all the old ladies of the pack as they cooked rather than running about with any of the others her age. The homey smells and the familiar heat of a cooking fire just brought a sense of comfort to the snowy female like nothing else could.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out in a contented sigh, Jura's amber gaze went back to her guest. "In my old pack, all the little old ladies used to crowd around the cooking pots in the evening and gossip like nothing else. If someone kissed someone they would know within the hour. It was ridiculous." the female chuckled. "You knew that if your food was burnt, something particularly scandalous had happened that day. Shaking her head, Jura lowered herself to the floor to sit cross-legged with the other female, keeping the pot stirring at a bit of an awkward angle.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 01, 2018 10:02 am

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Saga let her tail swing in wide sweeps behind her, happy to be able to be of service to the cook. Chartreuse eyes watched the woman as she stirred the pot methodically, the gentle hum and pop of the bubbling liquid creating a homely atmosphere in Jura's humble home. Saga wondered idly if this was what having a motherly influence in one's life was like, stilling on the floor like a child, running errands for someone older, while they cooked up something delicious. Ankh's eagerness to become a parent had effectively robbed her of such an experience. Though in the end, hadn't he received his comeuppance? The three children that he'd brought into this world with the help of a stranger (A merchant woman? A nomad? A whore? Saga didn't know.) had all deserted him in the end. The youngest on purpose, and the eldest pair quite accidentally.

Saga simply smiled as Jura retold tales of life back home. The girl had nothing significant to add, for she had no similar experiences. Her father had been a hermit, a ghost. The trio of siblings had no mother, no grandmothers, no aunts, cousins or elder siblings that they were close enough to. They'd inherited their father's distance from the other's at the Outpost largely as children after all. For the longest of times, it had only been the three siblings and the elder D'Aabt male within the old building on the Outskirts of Salsola's North American claim.

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POSTED: Fri Jun 01, 2018 6:03 pm

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Jura was undisturbed by the quiet of the speckled female opposite her, rather finding a nice peace in from the smells and sounds of her cooking stew, the rain battering down outside and her company. It was rare she got visitors and even rarer thy stayed for more than a quick chat. She didn't know what had called to mind that little tidbit from her old "home". Although in her later days there she had been miserable, she had drawn comfort from the hustle and bustle. From her year on the road where conversation was scarce, being in the Vale had almost been overwhelming at first. Perhaps she had become a bit reclusive, filling her time with pots and pans and plants rather than other people. As she sat with Saga though, Jura realised she missed it.

Letting go of the ladle, Jura heaved herself up and pottered over to her little cupboard, trailing her fingertips lightly over the worktop. She grabbed two wooden bowls, checking to make sure they were wide enough for Saga to eat from in her Lupus form and brought them back over to the fireplace. The stew had been bubbling happily for long enough, she thought. Holding a bowl in one hand, Jura used the other to tip two ladlefuls in, making sure to get lots of rabbit in Saga's portion and placed it carefully to the side of the girl.

"Let's hope the lack of silly gossip in here has led to a better stew." she said with a wink and a smile. Jura had retrieved herself a tarnished dessert spoon from her jar and settled back down next to the black and white female. "What have you been filling your days with lately? Can't say I've been doing much other than patrolling, hunting and cooking to be honest." she said wistfully.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 05, 2018 5:41 pm

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Someone with which length silence was a non-issue was a friend indeed Saga thought. She herself didn't mince her words, speaking only when necessary and often forgoing small talk altogether. Besides, it wasn't absolute, the silence. The pot still hummed and the fire still spat, outside too the rain still danced upon the roof.

Saga watched as Jura pottered around, fetching two bowls, wide enough for the girl to eat out of as well as utensils for herself. The pale she-wolf spooned the stew into the wooden receptacles with care, placing Saga's at her side. The mottled girl sniffed the bowl first, inspecting it more closely now it was right in front of her. Gingerly, she fished out a chunk of rabbit with pearly teeth, wolfing it down like a wild vulture and licking her lips as she swallowed it. It was a little too hot for her liking, but that was obviously because it was fresh from the pot. It was, nevertheless, delicious and Saga was quick to lap up the rest. She was almost halfway through when Jura decided to strike up a conversation, to which Saga replied, 'Much the same really, I'll admit'.

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