Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #57: "Lunch"
F'ren's wing had scarcely sat down when the first course arrived - a steaming tureen of spiced soup, and white bread rolls baked to perfection. Herb-coated tubers and roast wherry followed, and were washed down with flagons of the better ale tithed by Keogh Hold. Redfruit sorbet to cleanse the palette, then a selection of cheeses.
This was definitely not the normal fare for a fighting wing!
When Julan herself supplied the table with freshly brewed Klah, F'ren wasn't the least bit surprised.
"Fort Weyr has a queen egg on the sands," he said with a knowing smile. "Had you heard?"
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