*kendra looked around for instruction, and, finding none, she decided she would prepare a meal. kendra thought the Masters and Mistresses would enjoy fresh meat rather than a jerky stew. kendra grabbed a bucket of grain and a bucket to haul water in. she walked swiftly to the river and, cracking the ice open with a rock, dipped out a bucket of water. she then carried these to the vulo pen, casting the grain about, for them to peck at, she dumped the bucket of water into the trough. she watched the birds for a moment, picking one of the plumpest birds, she slowly approached it and picked it up, stroking it and speaking softly to it.*
*she carried the bird behind the commisary and stroking it gently she thanked it sweetly for giving its life for the Tuchuk and grasping its neck firmly, snapped it swiftly.*
*she gulped, swallowing hard. she lay the bird on the stump and swaying slowly into the commisary, she picked up a sharp commisary knife and returned to the bird. she quickly chopped off its head and feet, then went to boil a pot of water. she slit the bird open, reaching inside the neck she pulled the insides out, tossing all but the heart, liver and gizzard into the slop bucket. she then washed her hands carefully. Once the water was boiling rapidly, she dipped the bird into the water, counting to fifteen she pulled it back out.*
*kendra plucked the bird as it cooled, careful to keep all the feathers straight and true, she set them aside.
she dunked the bird into the cold water, then staring at it she wondered how best to prepare it.*
*Without instruction, she went to Mistress Nexhias for input. Mistress would like a stew, so kendra chopped the bird into pieces, slicing the meat from the bones, she tossed the bones into the slop bucket. and dropped the now bite-sized pieces of vulo into a boiling kettle.*
*she climbed into the commisary wagon and went in search of vegetables, gathering up carrots, tubers and an onion, she peeled them and chopped them into bite-sized pieces and tossed them into the kettle, stirring after each addition. she moved the kettle back so that it didnt boil too hard, she handed the stirring of her stew over to another (NPC) kettle slave.*
*kendra washed her hands again, heading into the commisary she gathers a small spit and a beautiful golden plate. she checks the plate, making sure there are no nicks or large dents she polishes it bright.*
*she returns to the fires and she roasts the heart, liver and gizzard on a small spit, placing them onto the plate and taking them to Mistress Nexhias in thanks for her earlier input.*
