The Fifteen Minute Novel 2022: Day 228

The fifteen minute novel writing experiment is an attempt to write a complete (and very rough) draft of a novel by writing for fifteen minutes each day. I have taken a timed writing from one of the daily prompts done in 2021, cleaned it up a little and used it as my jumping off point into a story. Each day I will take the last line of the story written the day before and use it as my sentence starter and write for fifteen minutes, growing the story as the year progresses.

Day 228: The next day began in the same manner. 

The next day began in the same manner.  Anya woke, dressed and had a little something to eat before continuing to move things from one space to the next.  Remembering her curiosity about the abandonment, Anya kept her eyes open for reasons that the space might have been abandoned.  She couldn’t find any.  There was more light and fresher air.  At the moment it made the space seem a little colder, but Anya was certain once she got the fires going it would be a different matter.  She was certain they would be quite comfortable. 

She ferried more items and looked for cracks in the walls thinking the stone might have given way.  She didn’t find any, nor did she see any signs of rubble on the floor where it might have fallen from an unsafe ceiling of wall.  Anya looked for water damage thinking damp seeping through the stone might have been the causa.  Again she found nothing.

As before Anya worked through the day and returned to her quarters exhausted and hungry.  This time, she could see a little bit of difference in the space where she lived as many items she did not require for eating or sleeping had been transferred.

‘There is some cookware in a couple of the no longer used kitchens,’ Anya reminded herself.  She found the kettle she used to make her tea in one of them.  While she still only had the items Marta gave to her, Anya thought about paying a visit to the kitchen store rooms before she finished her relocation. 

‘It would only be useful if I had a means of cooking,’ she decided.  ‘I’ll visit them before I finish the move.’

Anya found the kitchens somewhat interesting.  There were fireplaces in each of the studies and some of the studies had the things needed to make the occupant a cup of tea, but there was little else.  The kitchens were set up to serve a large number of people.  There were also large rooms set up for dining.  It reminded Anya of the stories she heard about the large manor houses.  She was told there was one kitchen for the family that owned the house.  The staff used it to make the family meals and took them to a large dining room.  There was a second kitchen where the food for the servants of the house and estate was prepared and that food went to another larger and less grand room where all of the servants would dine together. 

It was something she was curious to see when she left Tyrin to work on the estate where they were going.  At home they had one room for cooking and eating.  It was the main room with a portion of the room set off to the side for her parents to sleep and lofts upstairs for all of the children.  In the hidden spaces the rooms were set up as though they were part of a grand manor house with one large kitchen and dining hall where all that lived there ate.  It was how the house of the Star seemed to function, both in and out of season.  Within the hidden spaces there were multiple kitchens and multiple dining rooms.  She didn’t know if it was some sort of internal hierarchy or if there were simply too many people in the mountain to eat in the same space. 

Deeper in the mountain, in the space where Anya was moving into, the kitchen was on the floor below the sleeping and living quarters, as though those rooms were the loft.  The kitchen was set up so those who cooked there ate there, much as she did with her family in Tyrin.

‘Maybe there were fewer people in the beginning.  Or they set it up for individual families in the start and then changed later,’ Anya thought as she ate.  Again she wondered about the change but was too tired to focus on it.

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