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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jul 17, 2003 12:56:29 GMT
"Calm down, you two! If those apples get bumped anymore, they shall be turned into cider!" Éowyn exclaims, taking the apples and thinking of a way to cook them...
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Post by Imrel on Aug 12, 2003 4:36:09 GMT
*The answer comes several minutes later in the form of a twelve year old boy scampering yards ahead of Imrel with a knapsack swinging from his shoulder.*
Cally, she said we could! And she gave over some supplies as well so as we wouldn't be hungry; bread and dishes and the like.
*Imrel jogs up to the group, panting heavily, and surveys Brem as he spills the contents of his bag onto Eowyn's blanket.*
Oh excellent, there's a frying pan, that'll make cooking easier.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Aug 12, 2003 14:02:20 GMT
"I think so too," Éowyn adds, tossing a log she found into the fire. "And this should keep our fingertips warm for a while."
Getting hungry and a little impatient, Haleth opens the tin of Séomela's cinnamon apples and starts eating them, humming an old Rohirric ballad while munching away.
"Haleth! Cut it out!" Séomela complains, taking the tin from him. "Should we put all of this in the frying pan? They're better when warm," she tells Imrel.
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Post by Imrel on Aug 12, 2003 20:44:51 GMT
All right then. You could save a few to cook later if you like, though.
*After sloshing some water from her canteen about in the base of the pan to make it harder for the apples to stick, she holds it out so Seolmela.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Aug 27, 2003 14:26:23 GMT
Séomela puts 3/4 of the apples into the frying pan and then closes the lid.
"And the rest is mine, thank you cousin!" Haleth adds, grabbing for the tin.
"I don't think so," Séomela responds. She puts it under the blanket and hopes that Haleth shall forget about it.
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Post by Imrel on Aug 28, 2003 21:29:21 GMT
*By this time, darkness is beginning to settle in around the field, shading the lush grass an eerie blue green. Im shivers slightly despite the warmth of the fire she's holding the frying pan over.*
*Brem sniffs the air.*
They smell nice... Are they done yet?
Just a bit longer, Brem...
*She glances to the other children, all sitting with Eowyn on the blanket. Callissa is huddled in a ball and looking anxious- but then it is nearly her bedtime.*
Alright, that should about do it.
*After retracting the pan from the flame, she sets it down and removes the lid to see if the apples have cooked properly.*
Who wants the first one?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Aug 29, 2003 9:06:28 GMT
"Me! Me!" shouts Haleth, running towards the frying pan.
"I think Callissa and Brem should get the first ones, they are the youngest," Éowyn says, gently trying to get Callissa from her ball on the blanket.
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Post by Imster on Aug 29, 2003 12:55:59 GMT
*Im holds up the first apple on the end of a fork.*
Are you alright, Cally?
*She nods silently, and crawls forward on the rug and holds out her plate for an apple. She recoils once Imrel has given her one.*
Thank you.
Here, Brem.
*She dolls one onto Brem's plate, then Seomela and Haleth's. Once the children are all sitting an chewing contently, she offers the pan to Eowyn.*
Take your pick.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 1, 2003 6:39:23 GMT
Éowyn takes an apple piece and bites it, the sweet taste of cinnamon and brown sugar on it melting in her mouth.
"Wonderful! Where did you learn to do it just right?" Éowyn asks.
"Can I have a second?" Haleth asks...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 1, 2003 6:46:52 GMT
*She grins at Eowyn.*
That was a fluke, to be honest.
*Luckily there are some extras in the pan, so she gives Haleth another before helping herself to one. Taking a bite, she can understand what Eowyn meant. The warmth in the delicious taste is enough to take her mind off the cold night that has settled around the camp fire.*
This is good. Where did these come from?
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Post by EoHuz on Sept 3, 2003 7:06:29 GMT
"Ask Eowyn. She's the one who dared me to go into the winter supplies in Meduself!" Seomela says defensively.
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Post by Imrel on Sept 3, 2003 20:43:59 GMT
*Im quirks an eyebrow.*
Really now?
*She feigns a stern expression, but can't hold it, and she smiles.*
It appears that it was worth it, though...
*She takes another bite, and catching sight of Brem, tries not to chortle at his sticky face.*
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 5, 2003 9:51:54 GMT
"Of course, Hama wouldn't let me in so I had to get someone else to do it," Éowyn says with a sweet smile.
"Be glad it wasn't me!" Haleth says, his mouth full of apples. "I would have eaten them before you could have even seen them!"
Séomela just smiles, enjoying the moment and the warm apples in the cold night...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 7, 2003 2:33:45 GMT
*Brem laughs to Haleth through a mouthful of apple.*
I don't doubt that!
*Imrel rolls her eyes to Eowyn and Seomela. Boys. Having finished her apple, she coughs slightly to clear her throat. Night has really settled now, the dark air pushing around the lone beacon of the fire. The moon and stars and hidden, no doubt blocked by clouds. Im shivers despite the warmth of the campfire; she wonders if any of the others feel cold also. But she doesn't say anything. Callissa, still curled in a ball as she nibbles her apple, looks worried. The firelight dancing in her eyes luminates the fear in them, and Imrel doesn't want to say anything that might enforce her belief that the haystack is haunted.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 10, 2003 12:34:13 GMT
Suddenly, an eerie screeh comes from the old barn near the haystack and the wind picks up. Eowyn glances at the sky and hopes that they won't be caught in the storm tonight.
"Could this whole haystack thing be real?" Séomela asks unsurely, suddenly starting to shiver...
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