Noah
The man was quick to cut the meat into inch cubes after it was sliced away from the bones and trimmed of its fat. He set his knife down, wiped his hands on his own apron, and closed the distance to the other side of the storeroom. "I'll get the pot ready." He said before stepping into the main part of the house again. From a tall shelf he grabbed a rather large dutch oven. Taking its handle up, he hung it above the blistering fire.
He returned to the storeroom and took up space at Alys' other side. He grabbed the knife she wasn't using, and started chopping at carrots as she worked on the onions. "Olsons have always been hunters. My father started me out on small hunts here and there, watching and observing for years before I could even carry my own weapon." He gestured up to the small bow, just now over the length of his forearm, hanging above the door to the main part of the house. "I learned everything from him. Tracking and trailing, processing, planning, all of it."
It was only when Noah glanced up at Alys as he put the small cuts of luxere into the blackened dutch oven that he realized he may have been oversharing. Warmth traveled up his neck and kissed his cheeks a salmon pink, and the hunter shook his head. "I don't mean to bore you. It's just that I haven't been able to just talk like this in a while." Between his work as an advisor and his duties as a demigod, he hadn't had much time for true leisure -- and this felt nice. Just talking to, and being around, a new person.
He returned to the storeroom and took up space at Alys' other side. He grabbed the knife she wasn't using, and started chopping at carrots as she worked on the onions. "Olsons have always been hunters. My father started me out on small hunts here and there, watching and observing for years before I could even carry my own weapon." He gestured up to the small bow, just now over the length of his forearm, hanging above the door to the main part of the house. "I learned everything from him. Tracking and trailing, processing, planning, all of it."
It was only when Noah glanced up at Alys as he put the small cuts of luxere into the blackened dutch oven that he realized he may have been oversharing. Warmth traveled up his neck and kissed his cheeks a salmon pink, and the hunter shook his head. "I don't mean to bore you. It's just that I haven't been able to just talk like this in a while." Between his work as an advisor and his duties as a demigod, he hadn't had much time for true leisure -- and this felt nice. Just talking to, and being around, a new person.
