Breakfast in Bread

Varrelle wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to do.
Of course, she was going to work as a cook for the Moravian army, but beyond that point, she was clueless. She began thinking everything over. First, she was going to be paid. And she was going to be paid a lot. She needed to figure out how she was going to spend that money, and toward what purpose she would save it. For now, her bed and board were taken cared of. She might as well put aside enough for some clothing, and then put the rest toward a house. At this point, a house was something she didn’t need. But later on, she would need it, and when that time came, she wanted to be prepared for it financially.
These pressing matters decided, she went to find Nat and Dyl with a basket of bread for their breakfast. They had, of course, been the ones who had gotten her the job, and so she needed to thank them. Also, she wanted to see if there was any way she could get closer to them. She needed to find out more about this “vision man” she had discovered. Nat seemed to be pretty normal, but she wanted to find out how he affected her. And he couldn’t have any affect on her if he wasn’t part of her life. Therefore, she needed to incorporate him.
As she wandered through the camp, she noticed that there weren’t any women in the group. Well then, I’ll be a first, she thought viciously. And a first they won’t forget.
One of her main concerns when she took the job was that few of the men would respect her. In any way. Of course there was the fact that several of the men would only see her as someone to flirt with. Others would believe her, because of the fact that she was female, inferior to them. That was the main reason that she had included the fact about respect into her “resume.” She didn’t want to have the Sergeant tell her that it was her own fault for not having specified it when hired. Now, if anyone dared to disrespect her, she would be able to have a good foundation to build her case upon if it came to that point. It was good, safe knowledge. She really didn’t want to have to think that that knowledge necessary though. She would rather have the men respect her, plain and simple. But they wouldn’t, and that was why her “protection” was necessary.
She finally reached the tent that she knew was Nat’s, and the one beside it, that she knew belonged to Dyl.
“Naaaaat!! Dyyyyyyyl!! Where arrrrrrre youuuuuu?” she called playfully. Inside the tents she heard some rustling.
Nat had just woken up, but because of the fact that the day before he had taken a bath and shaved for the first time in weeks, he looked, well, nice. Very nice, she admitted guiltily to herself. But that wasn’t what she needed to focus on right now.
“I just wanted to thank you for getting me this job. I know that you didn’t have to, and that you don’t even know me yet, but I promise that I will try and do my best in this position and justify your leap of faith.” She said teasingly.
“Uhhhh, no problem.” Nat said a little groggily.
“Great! Well, I need to get to work on midday, so I’ll leave you. Come see me anytime you want. Oh, and it seems that I have Thursday off. Would you and Dyl like to go do something in town then?” she asked slyly. She had come up with this plan the night before. She needed to get them in an informal position, and just talk. And the fact that she would have both of them there made it even more informal and comfortable. Maybe they were the kind of men who opened up when their stomachs were full….in which case, she had that covered………
“Uhhhh, yaaaaaa that sounds good. I’ll have to talk to Dyl though. I’ll let you know.” He said slowly
“Oh, I nearly forgot, breakfast! Here is some bread for you.” She left it by the tent and walked away with the empty basket
Varrelle smiled as she walked, and then allowed her hips to sway gently to the rhythm that only a woman carrying a basket knows. Her skirts swished, and she thought pleasantly that it was nice to have a long, swinging, clinging skirt again. It was so convenient to use to get her way, she thought laughingly. By the time she was at her quarters again, her face had broken into a huge smile.

(Ahhh yes! Another splendid chapter by Guineagal!)