Post by lithle on Jun 24, 2011 21:16:01 GMT -5
This was not a happy Myr.
Oh, it was a satisfied Myr. It was an accomplished Myr.
It was a Myr who'd dug a bloody big pit in the ground. But it was not a happy Myr. Happy Myr would be much cleaner.
The process had taken a better part of a week. And now, finally, it was late evening and she was coated in dirt and the pit was deep enough and broad enough for what she intended. She had three of the plants. It'd taken days of searching, and a few false positives but she'd finally managed to match her memory of the things with the reality and she was thanking Faranth that she'd always been interested in alternative spirit production.
This particular plant, she'd found particularly interesting. It'd stuck in her mind.
And now, trying desperately to brew something alcoholic enough to be decent trade for meat, she'd remembered it. She had no flour. She had no yeast.
But she'd found the plant. And if just one of the great plant cores she'd harvested was the right age, well, she'd be well on her way to alcohol. Yeast occurred on the things naturally. First, however, she needed to cook them. Thus the pit, and the smoldering fire within it. It was producing blessed little smoke, but, considering the foggy conditions of the last few days (and the fact that she simply didn't think about such things) it wasn't too much of a worry.
"Aunt Myr?" Roni, sweet voice and quiet, tugged on her shirt, holding out the water skin that was one of Myr's few possessions now. "You're all dirty!"
Myr laughed softly, but carefully didn't touch the girl. She wouldn't have her treasure getting filthy. "Yes, pet. Best stay back, I won't have you getting filth on you. We'll go to the hotsprings as soon as I get these cooking."
With that, she rolled the first giant ball of plant core into the pit. When she was done, she'd cover the whole mess with leaves.
Just, something alcoholic and not deadly. That wasn't too much to try and achieve, was it?
Oh, it was a satisfied Myr. It was an accomplished Myr.
It was a Myr who'd dug a bloody big pit in the ground. But it was not a happy Myr. Happy Myr would be much cleaner.
The process had taken a better part of a week. And now, finally, it was late evening and she was coated in dirt and the pit was deep enough and broad enough for what she intended. She had three of the plants. It'd taken days of searching, and a few false positives but she'd finally managed to match her memory of the things with the reality and she was thanking Faranth that she'd always been interested in alternative spirit production.
This particular plant, she'd found particularly interesting. It'd stuck in her mind.
And now, trying desperately to brew something alcoholic enough to be decent trade for meat, she'd remembered it. She had no flour. She had no yeast.
But she'd found the plant. And if just one of the great plant cores she'd harvested was the right age, well, she'd be well on her way to alcohol. Yeast occurred on the things naturally. First, however, she needed to cook them. Thus the pit, and the smoldering fire within it. It was producing blessed little smoke, but, considering the foggy conditions of the last few days (and the fact that she simply didn't think about such things) it wasn't too much of a worry.
"Aunt Myr?" Roni, sweet voice and quiet, tugged on her shirt, holding out the water skin that was one of Myr's few possessions now. "You're all dirty!"
Myr laughed softly, but carefully didn't touch the girl. She wouldn't have her treasure getting filthy. "Yes, pet. Best stay back, I won't have you getting filth on you. We'll go to the hotsprings as soon as I get these cooking."
With that, she rolled the first giant ball of plant core into the pit. When she was done, she'd cover the whole mess with leaves.
Just, something alcoholic and not deadly. That wasn't too much to try and achieve, was it?