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Post by Reakeda on Jun 23, 2009 22:53:25 GMT -5
Jerston's crutch was heard long before he made his appearance. The click echoed up and down the hall, his ever present hearld announcing to all of Pern when he came and went from one area to the next. As he popped his head into the door to the kitchens he sought out the headwoman. Normally it was easier just to find a drudge and offer help, but he thought surely with a clutch a on the sands and hard enough for touching.. There would be a feast needing prepared for the upcoming hatching and therefore any set of helping hands would be appreciated. Surely.
Shara, despite her whined protests, had stayed in the barracks for this trip. It wouldn't due to upset the Headwoman or the cooks by bring a canine into their kitchens and letting fur fly into their meals. Spark, on the other hand, settled immediately onto his shoulder the moment he stopped moving, using his wings and tail to keep his weight from disturbing Jerston's balance as he landed.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Jerson stated, as soon as he'd found who he was seeking, hoping to draw her attention to him. In the noise and bustle of the busy kitchen one could never hope to be noticed just by standing there or even just clearing their throat.
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