Post by Liessel on Apr 24, 2024 15:50:06 GMT -5
It was something so ordinary. Something that had happened many days before this one and would happen many days after. At this time of day there was no need to rely on deep energy to light the room up, it caught plenty of light through the windows making the room bright and glowing.
Liessel had shooed Cog out of the kitchen, insisting that she make her own breakfast this morning. There were times when she needed to do it herself, when she didn’t want to rely on the mechanical man to get things done. She’d woken up with that itch and stood over the stove with two thick cut pieces of bacon sizzling in a pan. The small pops and crackles of the bacon grease spattered the front of her apron.
It spattered against her apron and the rain spattered down against the stripped wood beams that held up the roof of their home. The wind was cold when it caught itself up in the cracks between beams, shaking the thatch that had been freshly laid just that spring. The weather was going to worsen before it got better. She knew it and cast a glance toward the rough-cut door that gave no glimpse of the outside world through it. Gunnar would be home, but he wouldn’t beat the worst of the rain.
Striding toward the door Sigrid spared a moment to grab up her cloak and secured it around her shoulders, drawing up a corner of the heavy fabric to drape around her head like a hood before she stepped out into a world that was cut by hazy mist and heavy drops that told of the coming storm.
Out there, their farm was just as simple as the inside of their home. There was space around them, but just enough room for their few animals and a small kitchen garden. The rest of it butted up against other homes and families that they shared the plot of land with. She was not the only one out there in the rain securing their livestock before the storm swept in.
A large drop of rain hit her shoulder and Liessel jumped back as the feeling of heat settled in through the fabric of her house coat. Hot grease had jumped from the pan and landed on her left shoulder. Carefully, she flipped the bacon in the pan where it continued to sizzle and cook, in that brightly lit room where it was dry and warm, while the rain continued to patter down against the wood and dirt around her.
Liessel had shooed Cog out of the kitchen, insisting that she make her own breakfast this morning. There were times when she needed to do it herself, when she didn’t want to rely on the mechanical man to get things done. She’d woken up with that itch and stood over the stove with two thick cut pieces of bacon sizzling in a pan. The small pops and crackles of the bacon grease spattered the front of her apron.
It spattered against her apron and the rain spattered down against the stripped wood beams that held up the roof of their home. The wind was cold when it caught itself up in the cracks between beams, shaking the thatch that had been freshly laid just that spring. The weather was going to worsen before it got better. She knew it and cast a glance toward the rough-cut door that gave no glimpse of the outside world through it. Gunnar would be home, but he wouldn’t beat the worst of the rain.
Striding toward the door Sigrid spared a moment to grab up her cloak and secured it around her shoulders, drawing up a corner of the heavy fabric to drape around her head like a hood before she stepped out into a world that was cut by hazy mist and heavy drops that told of the coming storm.
Out there, their farm was just as simple as the inside of their home. There was space around them, but just enough room for their few animals and a small kitchen garden. The rest of it butted up against other homes and families that they shared the plot of land with. She was not the only one out there in the rain securing their livestock before the storm swept in.
A large drop of rain hit her shoulder and Liessel jumped back as the feeling of heat settled in through the fabric of her house coat. Hot grease had jumped from the pan and landed on her left shoulder. Carefully, she flipped the bacon in the pan where it continued to sizzle and cook, in that brightly lit room where it was dry and warm, while the rain continued to patter down against the wood and dirt around her.