12-16-2011, 02:00 PM
Word Count :: 210
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Swentzle had done no such thing, but he let the younger male off easy, going over in his mind what there was that needed to be powdered. The cinnamon sticks, he knew, needed to be crushed several times over before they could be powdered; that seemed simple enough for Leon. There was also the dried Chile, but as Irinei was using those bags as a chair he didn't want to let the boy in there. Nodding quietly to himself, he pulled up a mental map of the inside of the cart and relayed his instructions.
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Swentzle Byström
Swentzle had done no such thing, but he let the younger male off easy, going over in his mind what there was that needed to be powdered. The cinnamon sticks, he knew, needed to be crushed several times over before they could be powdered; that seemed simple enough for Leon. There was also the dried Chile, but as Irinei was using those bags as a chair he didn't want to let the boy in there. Nodding quietly to himself, he pulled up a mental map of the inside of the cart and relayed his instructions.
There's cinnamon sticks in a long bag toward the back of the wagon. You'll need to break them into small pieces before you can powder them, and it'll require the mortar and pestle, which are in a small bag along with my Awk and a few personal belongings. He instructed, and then blinked as Leon ran into him from the side between himself and Hamza, having not expected the male to be there. He chuckled, however, and patted Hamza's shoulder. It's quite alright, Leon, Hamza isn't dangerous. He soothed, and moved a bit so that, if the boy wanted, he could pet the bison before he headed to the cart to do his assigned job.
"You will find that life's a climb that takes a steady grip,
and when you're fingers ache remember you were born for this".
and when you're fingers ache remember you were born for this".
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