Post by Joshua Rogers on Jan 4, 2013 22:19:04 GMT -5
"Mess Hall... it should be call Messy Hall!..."
Said a young man as he walked from the kitchens to the Mess Hall. Josh was the name of that guy and his job was to be the coordinator of the Mess Hall, but even when it seemed to be a very easy job, it wasn't. Josh was a really messy guy, but maybe that is why he was given with that job, to learn how to be more ordenated.
He walked in front of the main fire and he looked at it and sighed, he bowed and then walked to the table that usually was used by the Demeter's children. it was always covered with plants, spicies and seeds. "this table needs to be cleaned, just as the Dionisus one!" he said in a strong voice, he almost never yelled. some really young satyrs ran to the tables and started to clean them.
Then he walked to the table of the minor gods and he shook his head. it seemed that they didn't have the notion of manners. "I'll need someone from the forge to fix that long bench" he said looking how it seemed to be broken by some kind of magic, maybe a Circe's child did it.
He looked at the fire for the minor gods and bowed again. "mother please give me patience..."
Said a young man as he walked from the kitchens to the Mess Hall. Josh was the name of that guy and his job was to be the coordinator of the Mess Hall, but even when it seemed to be a very easy job, it wasn't. Josh was a really messy guy, but maybe that is why he was given with that job, to learn how to be more ordenated.
He walked in front of the main fire and he looked at it and sighed, he bowed and then walked to the table that usually was used by the Demeter's children. it was always covered with plants, spicies and seeds. "this table needs to be cleaned, just as the Dionisus one!" he said in a strong voice, he almost never yelled. some really young satyrs ran to the tables and started to clean them.
Then he walked to the table of the minor gods and he shook his head. it seemed that they didn't have the notion of manners. "I'll need someone from the forge to fix that long bench" he said looking how it seemed to be broken by some kind of magic, maybe a Circe's child did it.
He looked at the fire for the minor gods and bowed again. "mother please give me patience..."
