Post by Ferdy on Feb 13, 2013 8:29:09 GMT -5
Ferdy was in his favorite place in all of the abbey: his cellars. This place held a lot of memories for him. He had started working here when he was sixteen seasons under the old cellarhog, bless him. Looking back that seemed a lifetime ago, and this was his home and always would be.
He was seated around a table that had been there for time eternal it seemed. It was made of an overturned oak cask with a top made of pine staves. On it was a delightful assortment of spirits that both he and the previous cellarhog had laid down to rest in the cellars. His purpose today was two fold: One to see if the concoctions were ready to be served at the abbey table and to enjoy some well deserved winter rest. There were no vegetables to plant or harvest, no parts of the abbey that needed mending, no he could tend to his first love, the cellars.
Ferdy's ears pricked up as he was popping open the first container. It sounded like someone descending the small staircase into his corner of the world. He pour a small measure of amber liquid into two rough wooden cups he had made himself.
He was seated around a table that had been there for time eternal it seemed. It was made of an overturned oak cask with a top made of pine staves. On it was a delightful assortment of spirits that both he and the previous cellarhog had laid down to rest in the cellars. His purpose today was two fold: One to see if the concoctions were ready to be served at the abbey table and to enjoy some well deserved winter rest. There were no vegetables to plant or harvest, no parts of the abbey that needed mending, no he could tend to his first love, the cellars.
Ferdy's ears pricked up as he was popping open the first container. It sounded like someone descending the small staircase into his corner of the world. He pour a small measure of amber liquid into two rough wooden cups he had made himself.