Snippet #1971105

Evie looked up in suprise when a hand suddenly snatched the paper that might as well of been her death sentence then said, "Geeze, what's the matter with you, girl? Can't even read such simple things? Come on then; but don't expect me to save your sorry ass next time" At first she didn't quite understand what just happened, since it was all so sudden. But when he finished speaking, her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me? I can read quite fine. I just have no idea what those ingredients are. I'm not the best at cooking so I'm having trouble finding whatever these things are." She almost snatched the rumpled paper back but she actually did need his help, although she was not going to come out and say it though, because her pride refused to let her. Well it's a good thing he showed up though.

Looking around she sighed and whispered under her own breath, "Thanks." She would of felt bad later if she hadn't said it, but she honestly felt as though this boy, although a slave, was pretty arrogant. She had a feeling she wasn't going to get along with him, even if he was giving her a chance to get this job right. She still dreaded the fact she was going to have to cook the ingredients once she got them, but that was a later time and she would worry about it later.

She had the strangest feeling that she had seen this boy before though. Did he work around the household like her? If so, how did he look so clean? She spotted a silver glint at his side and saw a dagger. Slaves don't have those things, even higher ranked ones. "How did you get that?" She asked, pointing at the dagger hanging by his side. She hardly noticed the game he had with him. After all hunting was work, even though it was uncommon work. She didn't know all the jobs people had to do.