The Battle of Remi [EII]
Sept 20, 2016 20:50:59 GMT -6
Post by Brutus on Sept 20, 2016 20:50:59 GMT -6
It was nice to sit back and enjoy a nice meal. Food was a simple pleasure, but it was one he was always willing to take when he could. It made no degree of sense to take finer foods with one's self on a march, even if one found themselves in a position of command. A biscuit of muslin, or 'hardtack' as the 'men' of the navy called it, was just as suitable for his lips and stomach as any of the other men's. Besides that he could eat whatever vegetables were in abundance, potatoes, turnips, corn, or what have you. However, here there was nothing keeping him from enjoying food, the closest thing to a vice he'd had since he was a child. Growing up surrounded by wine made any addiction to it seem too predictable to him. So instead, he had fought over eating as a child, and had found a happy medium between indulging and starving himself as an adult.
Anyone close to him knew it was also his private time. Others didn't. Vanna, the leader of the Terminal 31st was not close to him. She did not know when his private time came. She even made a jest at his eating cheese, then set her helm on the table. She did not ask. He did not look up after registering that it was her, choosing there was no reason to look upon the face of someone so willfully rude when he could elect not to. It was better to let himself cool. He let her finish requesting their discussion of the armies further movements.
He lifted his knife and a turnip, cutting a fourth of the vegetable away and bringing it to his mouth pinched between the knife and his thumb. He chewed it fully, and swallowed it before looking up at the woman. She was not unattractive, though her less than feminine nature didn't do her any favors. Not that the sort of thing was any concern to him, she was too old to marry. He left out a small exhalation from his nostrils before speaking, keeping his voice calm and even allowing it to drift towards sounding cordial, "If you would like you may sit. I can call for one of my aides to fetch you food. I can request some meat if you'd like." His face showed nothing, but inwardly he grimaced as he said meat.
The slim commander set his knife down, then he picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it, it didn't take long it was only a grape, and then he swallowed it quickly. "I am almost finished with my meal, I will discuss my plans when I am through."
Anyone close to him knew it was also his private time. Others didn't. Vanna, the leader of the Terminal 31st was not close to him. She did not know when his private time came. She even made a jest at his eating cheese, then set her helm on the table. She did not ask. He did not look up after registering that it was her, choosing there was no reason to look upon the face of someone so willfully rude when he could elect not to. It was better to let himself cool. He let her finish requesting their discussion of the armies further movements.
He lifted his knife and a turnip, cutting a fourth of the vegetable away and bringing it to his mouth pinched between the knife and his thumb. He chewed it fully, and swallowed it before looking up at the woman. She was not unattractive, though her less than feminine nature didn't do her any favors. Not that the sort of thing was any concern to him, she was too old to marry. He left out a small exhalation from his nostrils before speaking, keeping his voice calm and even allowing it to drift towards sounding cordial, "If you would like you may sit. I can call for one of my aides to fetch you food. I can request some meat if you'd like." His face showed nothing, but inwardly he grimaced as he said meat.
The slim commander set his knife down, then he picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth. He chewed it, it didn't take long it was only a grape, and then he swallowed it quickly. "I am almost finished with my meal, I will discuss my plans when I am through."