Good Pies Are Good Pies

Writers: Chelle, Tyr
Date Posted: 15th December 2014

Characters: R'gelen, Symion, Podora
Description: Symion scores some pies for he and Rohagelen and they make plans for the afternoon.
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 10, day 20 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Corofel

"Ah, my thanks, Podora," Symion said with a smile and a wink for the
portly kitchen worker who was easily twelve turns older than he.
Taking the small bubbly pies, he gave the woman a very suggestive
look. "You're as generous as you are pretty."

With a simpering giggle, she tried to push another pie on the handsome
apprentice. He noticed Rohagelen depositing a load of firewood and
called the junior apprentice over. "I can't carry another one, but
Rohagelen here is a friend and a good upstanding lad. Quite worthy of
your bounty I assure you. Rohagelen, this very fine lady is one of
the best kept secrets of the Hall. Podora would be whisked away as
fast as you can say 'pie' if only the large Holds knew of her great
talent."

Though offering a doubtful look, the cook handed the pie to Rohagelen.

The apprentice himself held a doubtful look, but he managed to hide it
when he realized he was being offered a pie. Whatever was said about
him, the junior apprentice wasn't stupid for the most part. "Very fine
indeed. Thank you mam." He smiled and then turned to head off
somewhere to eat the pie while it was still hot. With his firewood
duty over, he could enjoy it. He walked slowly, waiting to see if
Symion was coming along or not. Being around the older apprentice was
fortuitous most times and Rohagelen couldn't help but notice how adept
he was at receiving things and enjoying peoples' admiration. The young
boy wanted to be admired himself and so he had been quietly studying
Symion when he had the chance.

Symion did follow the younger apprentice and they found a nice spot to
enjoy their pies. There was no need for subterfuge as chore time was
now over and they had a candlemark of free time. Setting one of the
pies aside to give to one of the other apprentices that was doing a
favor for him, Symion smiled at Rohagelen. "Chubby, little wench,
Podora, but she does turn out good pies and she'll do almost anything
for a bit of flattery."

"Why does it matter if she's chubby or not?" Young as he was, Rohagelen
didn't see females in that light just yet and it was hard to understand why
Symion would care. "And besides pies there's probably not a lot else she could
do, being a kitchen drudge." As a former holder, he knew well how women in
the South had so few options and little power in most cases. The concept of
using them had not occurred to him since most of them had nothing he'd want.
Even as a junior apprentice, his life was much easier than theirs.

"Very, true. She's exactly where she should be, and positioned
perfectly to give us a little more of what we deserve," Symion agreed
biting into one of the warm pies and licking his lips to catch the
dribbles. Being overly indulged, particularly by his mother, he'd
grown up believing many things were his due. His mother always told
Symion he was destined to be great and so that is precisely how he
acted. Despite this innate confidence, he had learned early in life
the importance of allies. Even the most insignificant of people could
be useful. "That's important to remember, Rohagelen, in twenty turns
when you're a Master Vintner she'll still be in the kitchen turning
out pies. Doesn't mean she wasn't good to know during apprenticeship."

"Mmm no...good pies are good pies." Satisfied with that reasoning, he
finished his off and wiped his tunic clear of crumbs. "I don't think
think I'll make Master in 20 turns. That'd be very quick. Maybe 30."
And that was the first sign that the young apprentice had begun to
think a little more like Symion. "Hey, Corofel and me are going to
meet at the Hold to play some dragonpoker. You wanna come?"

"Sounds like a good time," Symion gave a nod. "Do you play for marks?"

"No. We play for candy most times. As an apprentice I don't really
have much so it wouldn't be fair." Indeed he didn't have much at all
but what the Hall provided.

Symion nodded, not showing his disappointment. At twenty-three turns
he'd rather play for marks, but did enjoy the younger apprentice's
company. Rather like having a younger brother, which was novel for
him, since he was the youngest in his family. He wasn't sure who
Corofel was exactly, though he thought he was a fosterling at the
Hold, but he could use some down time after all the studying he'd been
doing. "I need to drop this pie off with Ojin, and I think I have a
bag of sweets in the barracks," Symion replied.

"Fair enough. Meet you at the Hold's entrance." Rohagelen had since
learned to navigate most of Amber Hills, unlike his early days at the
Hall. Once you got the basic layout, it wasn't a hard Hold to figure
out.

"See you there."

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