Post by EriChar on Dec 14, 2015 18:36:34 GMT -5
Waves rolling back and forth with the song of the sea, as water and sand continued the waltz that seemed as if it would go on forever, the early rays of the day cascaded down onto the atoll of Aityaia, and even now they were warm. The distant chirping of birds and the occasional chattering noise of a monkey seeming to be like a subtle symphony that accompanied this smooth and soothing crawl of the ocean, there seemed only one word to describe the surroundings; tranquil. This island not a place where things were made to jump to the sound of business or industry, there seemed to be a noticeable connection to all things natural that many places that the hand of man dominated seemed to lack. In the place of the endless rush of development and self-interest, this island seemed steeped in the slow, patient pace preferred by mother earth and there was something calming about that.
If there were the busy hands of man present on the island, they were certainly quiet ones. Perhaps stealthy souls did indeed go about machinations of a more aggressive mind, but they were considerate enough not to let it disturb the common soul. No, this land seemed to be ruled by rest and relaxation, and those who visited seemed to seek that ambience and the carefree souls who provided it. The morning not exactly where most other islands might call early, whilst the sun had climbed considerably into the sky, and was perhaps only a few hours from its zenith, for the most part the morning of Maethen city was something that most forgot. Built for those who sought excitement in the evening and beyond, as most of the visitors to the land slept away the night before, it was only those who had called this place home that seemed to move around. The owners of bars, bistros and even the odd brothel setting up their affairs for the evening, there was one visitor to the land that was out and about at this island, yet, she was no holidaymaker.
Ahhhh, ze mornings ‘ere are ze perfect time to unwind… The bright, warm sun having brought a slight colour of bronze to the usual ivory tone of this young lady’s flesh, as she moved through the land before the skyward scorcher had achieved full potency, our lady lead recalled the day before where she’d spent much of her time lounging on a beach. A cook in one of the island’s kitchens, even she had been entitled to a day off, despite only working here for a few weeks. A drifter, really, who moved from land to land with the changing wind, the skills of the young woman quickly found her work, but it was something else she searched for. However, what exactly it was, even this beauty of blanched hair could not say. Sometimes, one only knows what they are looking for upon their discovery of it.
Moving through the sun lit streets and toward her workplace, the gentleness of a cooling breeze made the short and splayed tips of this young woman’s hair dance as her sandals met slowly with the warm ground beneath her. The hair of the girl short and snipped only an inch or two beneath her ears, whilst she was here to work, she lacked any real feature to set her apart from the those who had come here for a measure more of pleasure. A shapely young woman, a narrow waist and impressive bust were kept hidden away beneath the flowing flair of a mint coloured shirt, her shoulders and arms exposing the slight tan she had gotten thanks to the spaghetti-like straps that held the garment on. Top half dancing in the breeze that was offering such perfect climate control, beneath them were a simple pair of high legged shorts, which matched her hair for colour.
Dressed casually and comfortably, while there was an obvious hint of style about what she wore, this maid of Maethen had chosen her garb with a heavy slant toward circumstance. Day only going to get hotter as she spent it cooking in one of the warmest land’s in the city, while the white haired woman had never been too keen on coldness, she also was wary of the risks that heat provided. After all, if one could not handle the heat, they should not be in a kitchen, and the kitchen was the room in any building that our fair and frosted focus loved the most. She wasn’t about to be driven out of it by poor choice of outfit, that was for sure, and if it managed to catch her a few lust fuelled glances then she would have to grin and love it.
The walk toward work finally drawing to a close, as the saloon doors through which her employment stood in front of her, the girl gave a smile as she stepped through them. Not the first to arrive, unlike a high class restaurant, there was no need to be starting her day at the crack of dawn. No, when people wanted something simple and delicious, that made this young woman’s life quite easy. However, for all the ease, that did not lessen her enjoyment. While some chefs were more ambitious, craving the challenge and money in cooking what others dared not, this was not where the joy of food making was born in this young woman. For the woman in the pastel green top, the answer came from a simpler source; eating. This young and attractive chef loved to eat delicious things, and so too did she love to see others eat them. Really, when one is cook, what greater joy was there to be had? Awards and compliments were nice, but nothing was better than watching someone take that first bite of a meal and watch their face light up as they did so…