#scribe

The old master scribe settled onto his reed mat and looked at the boy sitting in front of him. ‘Why have you come here?’ he asked. 'I have come to learn how to be a scribe like my father was,’ the boy said.

The old man smiled, 'If you want to be a scribe, you must first learn about the scripts used to record the language of the Egyptian people. Then, you will learn to read and write these scripts.’ He paused, then closed his eyes. A minute passed. Then he began to speak in a low voice. 'I will start at the beginning.’

'A long, long time ago, Thoth, the great god of writing and knowledge brought the gift of Medu Netjer ('God’s words’) to the land. For hundreds of years this sacred script has been used to record the words and deeds of the pharaohs and the gods and goddesses.’

'If the script was sacred, what did scribes use for writing letters?’ the boy asked.

The old master scribe continued .'Some years later, another script was developed so that everyday information could be written down quickly and easily. It was used by scribes working in the temples and palaces who need to keep records and write letters.’ He paused.

'The signs for the new script were based on those of the sacred script. However, they were drawn with fewer lines and decoration. That made it easier and faster to write the signs.’

The old master scribe picked up a reed pen and carefully drew the hieroglyphic sign on a piece of limestone. Next to it, with a quick sweep of his hand, he drew the same sign in hieratic .

He showed it to the boy. 'Do you see the difference?’ he asked. The boy studied the signs and nodded his head.

'Today, in the reign of Wehemibra (Nekau II), we do not use the hieratic script that much anymore. Our common script is sekh shat, ('writing for documents’). The signs are based on hieratic signs, but they are even simpler. This makes them faster and easier to write.’

The old master scribe paused and wiped his brow. 'As a scribe you are given the power and knowledge of writing. First, you must learn the common script of the land so you can perform everyday tasks. After that, if you are lucky and talented, you will also learn the sacred script. Those who learn the sacred script will learn the secrets of the gods and the mysteries of the land.’

(source: ancientegypt.co.uk)

A collection of scribes from the tomb of the general Horemheb, from Saqqara, 18th Dynasty

Medium: limestone

sevsartstuff:

lazzchan:

satyinepu:

rae-napier:

petermorwood:

unbossed:

boonbucks-city-beach:

crows-cats-and-cackles:

grossrabbit:

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fucked up how cooking and baking from scratch is viewed as a luxury…..like baking a loaf of bread or whatever is seen as something that only people with money/time can do. I’m not sure why capitalism decided to sell us the idea that we can’t make our own damn food bc it’s a special expensive thing that’s exclusive to wealthy retirees but it’s stupid as hell and it makes me angry

bread takes like max 4 ingredients counting water and sure it takes a couple hours but 80% of that is just waiting around while it does the thing and you can do other things while it’s rising/baking plus im not gonna say baking cured my depression bc it didn’t but man is it hard to feel down when you’re eating slices of fresh bread you just made yourself. feels like everything’s gonna be a little more ok than you thought. it’s good.

bread is amazing and it’s also been sold to us as something really hard to make? Every time I tell someone I made a loaf of bread I get reactions like “you made it yourself???” and “do you have a bread machine then?”
I haven’t touched a bread machine in probably 10 years.
You CAN make your own bread, folks, and it’s actually pretty cheap to do so. I believe the most expensive thing I needed for it was the jar of yeast. It was about $6 at the grocery store and lasted me MONTHS (just keep it in the fridge.) The packets are even cheaper.
destroy capitalism. bake your own bread.

You can also make your own yeast by making a sourdough starter, so that cuts cost even more.

But you have to feed the starter daily/weekly and that means it grows quickly, but there are tons of recipes online for what to do with your excess starter. Cookies, pretzels, crackers, pancakes, waffles, you name it!!

Here’s a link to The Home Baking Association’s site. It has recipes and tips.

Make it even easier - “No-Knead Bread”. All YOU do is mix the ingredients together and wait until it’s time to heat the oven. The yeast does all the rest.

Here’s@dduane​’sfirst take on itand the finished product. We’ve made even more photogenic batches since.

Kneading is easy as well; either let your machine do it, or if you don’t want to or don’t have one, get hands-on. It’s like mixing two colours of Plasticine to make a third. Flatten, stretch, fold, half-turn, repeat - it takes about 10 minutes - until the gloopy conglomeration of flour, yeast, salt and water that clings to your hands at the beginning, becomes a compact ball that doesn’t stick to things and feels silky-smooth.

Here’s what before and after look like.

My Mum used to say that if you were feeling out of sorts with someone, it was good to make bread because you could transfer your annoyance into kneading the dough REALLY WELL, and both you and the bread would be better for it.

Then you put it into a bowl, cover it with cling-film and let it rise until it doubles in size, turn it out and “knock it back” (more kneading, until it’s getting back to the size it started, this means there won’t be huge “is something living in here?” holes in the bread), put it into your loaf-tin or whatever - we’ve used a regular oblong tin, a rectangular Pullman tin with a lid, a small glass casserole, an earthenware chicken roaster…

You can even use a clean terracotta flowerpot.

Let the dough rise again until it’s high enough to look like an unbaked but otherwise real loaf, then pop it in the preheated oven. On average we give ours 180°C / 355°F for 45-50 minutes. YM (and oven) MV.

Here’s some of our bread…

Here’sour default bread recipe - it takes about 3-4 hours from flour jar to cutting board depending on climate (warmer is faster) most of which is rise time and baking; hands-on mixing, kneading and knocking-back is about 20 minutes, tops, and less if using a mixer.

Here ( or indeed any of the other pics) is the finished product. This one was given an egg-wash to make it look glossy and keep the poppy-seeds in place; mostly we don’t bother with that or the slash down the middle, but all the extras were intentional as a “ready for my close-up” glamour shot.

I think any shop would be happy to have something this good-looking on their shelf. We’re happy to have it on our table.

Even if your first attempts don’t work out quite as well as you hope, you can always make something like this…

can we have more posts like this in future please? this is really useful and could help those who are struggling

…it’s not hard?………shit….I always thought it was

Adding my approach to sourdough because I simplified things a lot compared to what I found when I started. I make one big loaf on the weekend.

1- Started in a jar in the fridge only need to feed it every week after making bread, can survive 2weeks without being fed. The jar will not look clean as the started sticks to it. I always have about 300gr worth of starter in the fridge.

2- In the evening, get your biggest bowl and get approximately 220gr of starter, straight out of the fridge, no need to activate or whatever. Add 340gr of water (cold, straight from the tap) and 360 gr of flour (I use strong white). I use a simple spoon for mixing everything, it’s lumpy and all but that’s the point. Leave spoon in bowl with dough, you’ll need. Feed starter an equal weight of water and flour to replace what you used (minimum 100gr of each but if it looks a bit low in the jar I sometimes go up to 150gr of each).

3- Cover the bowl with your dough and leave to rest in a corner of your kitchen overnight.

4- At some point in the morning add 240gr of flour to your dough mix and 11gr of salt (very important for taste and does impact the texture, I know I forgot it once …..), start incorporating with the spoon then use your hand. I have a biggish bowl and don’t take the dough out of it, just use my right hand to stretch and fold the dough. Just pick up the dough on one side of the bowl fold over, rotate bowl 90degree and repeat. Do it until the flour is incorporated. It’s a sticky mess at this point. Cover back and leave alone to rest and rise.

5- if you can every hour come back and fold your dough over a bunch of times (still in the bowl). I sometimes do it every once in the whole process. It just helps with getting a uniform dough. You can punch, squeeze, stretch and/or flip the dough in addition to the more traditional stretch and fold.

6- after 4 to 5h you’ll notice the dough is getting less sticky and more stretchy. I got a feel for when it’s ready through practice, but the 5h mark is about right  though it will vary depending on room temperature (faster in summer than winter). Give the dough one last folding/punching and transfer to whatever surface you’ll bake it on, covered with baking paper. It can be the oven tray or a mold. I use a circular mold which is too big but help the dough keep some kind of shape rather than spread out like it does on the tray. Cover and leave to rise one last time, for 30min minimum but up to 1h.

7- when ready to bake heat oven to 200 Celsius, spray some water on your loaf (it helps with crust texture). Cut if you want (I haven’t mastered depth of cut so I let the loaf do it’s thing by itself meaning it opens on the side rather than the top, less pleasing visually but tastes the same). Bake for 45min.

8- get loaf out of oven. remove from tin, remove baking paper and leave to cool. If you don’t have a cooling rack I put it in the oven on the grill with the door open.

9- enjoy

Note 1: I have forgotten this bread and only folded/punched it once before the final rise and in the oven and it came out fine. I have left more than an hour on the final rise or too short and it came out fine. Texture varies based on forgetting it or not but the bread is still fine. 

Note2: I made my starter by adding a packet of active dry yeast to equal weight of water and flour (I think 300gr of each) and leaving it to do it’s thing. It will not have the sourdough classic taste in the beginning but it works fine.

At the risk of starting The Bread Discourse™ on main…

Quite often, people hear ‘Scribe’ and think of a lonely desk in a silent tower, or perhaps a tonsured monk sitting in a scriptorium working by candlelight, when more often than not, the heart of scribal work is… everywhere. It’s written in sharpie no the side of a plastic gardening container as you track your planting that season, spread across half a dozen post-it notes because a story idea struck in the middle of something else, or dusted in flour and spices as you experiment with a recipe in the kitchen.

So, get out there. Do some scribing yourself, and worry about making it look pretty later.

~Scribe

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

“W-well, only if you’re interested in genetics. Mendel discovered that an organism’s traits were passed down to their offspring. So it wasn’t about plants, at least not directly.”

Scribe admired her not for her genius, but her innate desire to learn. It was different from himself. He of course wanted to learn but he felt, in many ways, he already knew most everything worth knowing. Save for how to properly socialize. He fiddled with wires and screws as he continued with the first machine. “Okay. If you have a wi-fi signal it should be able to communicate with your computers.”

“Oh I see. But the idea could be applied to plants yes?” Tilting her head as she kicked her sandaled feet, thinking about his words. There was silence again for awhile as she let him work, trying not to distract him too much. “Yes we have Wi-Fi, in fact the one you recommend when I complained how awful the other service had gotten.”

Slipping off the table as she went over to the computer walled off from the x ray area, it was a special made wall to help keep the xray from messing with the equipment. “Mmm…it isn’t…oh! There it is, should we test it out?” Calling to him from behind the wall.

The mechanic for hire looked up at her from his side of the wall. “Of course! A good upgrade requires decent testing. I’d be happy to play the part of the test subject. Just promise not to give me radiation poisoning. Hahah…hah…aah….” He cleared his throat, realize just how bad his little x-ray joke was.

“I’ll uh, stand over here.”

“No come stand next to me. I wish to run it without a subject first.” Waving him over to where she was hiding. “It is a little cramped, but it’d be best to see if everything is connected correctly before we do an official xray. I don’t mind being the test subject if you are nervous to get an xray. Also bring your tools over here so it doesn’t mess with the test.”

He made sure to move his tools out of the room.

“O-oh, of course. Run a control group, very important.” The scientist stood next to the doctor and baker. It was cramped. The beat of his heart grew a pace quicker. “W-well I uh, I h-have always wanted to operate an x-ray machine.”

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

“W-well, only if you’re interested in genetics. Mendel discovered that an organism’s traits were passed down to their offspring. So it wasn’t about plants, at least not directly.”

Scribe admired her not for her genius, but her innate desire to learn. It was different from himself. He of course wanted to learn but he felt, in many ways, he already knew most everything worth knowing. Save for how to properly socialize. He fiddled with wires and screws as he continued with the first machine. “Okay. If you have a wi-fi signal it should be able to communicate with your computers.”

“Oh I see. But the idea could be applied to plants yes?” Tilting her head as she kicked her sandaled feet, thinking about his words. There was silence again for awhile as she let him work, trying not to distract him too much. “Yes we have Wi-Fi, in fact the one you recommend when I complained how awful the other service had gotten.”

Slipping off the table as she went over to the computer walled off from the x ray area, it was a special made wall to help keep the xray from messing with the equipment. “Mmm…it isn’t…oh! There it is, should we test it out?” Calling to him from behind the wall.

The mechanic for hire looked up at her from his side of the wall. “Of course! A good upgrade requires decent testing. I’d be happy to play the part of the test subject. Just promise not to give me radiation poisoning. Hahah…hah…aah….” He cleared his throat, realize just how bad his little x-ray joke was.

“I’ll uh, stand over here.”

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

“W-well, only if you’re interested in genetics. Mendel discovered that an organism’s traits were passed down to their offspring. So it wasn’t about plants, at least not directly.”

Scribe admired her not for her genius, but her innate desire to learn. It was different from himself. He of course wanted to learn but he felt, in many ways, he already knew most everything worth knowing. Save for how to properly socialize. He fiddled with wires and screws as he continued with the first machine. “Okay. If you have a wi-fi signal it should be able to communicate with your computers.”

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

Scribe’s eyes lit up as he took the bag. “Thank you! You’re too good to me.” His watched beeped an alarm. “Tesla’s coils, I really need to go. I’ll see you at ten tomorrow!” Without room for a response, he bolted out the cafe door.

The next day, he was at the clinic at exactly ten o’clock. With his own white van full parts and tools to fix their x-ray.

“Hello Scribe.” The young female greeted him, she wasn’t in her work uniform today, she wore a more causal outfit today, with a cute sun hat. It was just a simple white dress with forget me nots scattered along the bottom of the skirt, the hat was a similar color to the flowers with a white band around it. “Here let me open the clinic for you. “No one is here today since we always close on sunday. So you have the place to yourself.” Smiling as she opened the door for him. 

The genius was a bit stunned by her outfit. Normally he only sees her in her working attire. He hoped his cheeks did not flush. “I-I uh, t-that’s great! More room to work.” The man entered into the empty clinic, wearing the same thing he wore yesterday, but all the clothes were fresh of course.

“Y-your outfit is very nice by the way.”

“I figured you’d be more comfortable this way.” Smiling as she followed him after propping the door open so he could go in and out as much as he needed. Usually was in a more maid like outfit when she worked at the cafe. Blushing as she looked down at her outfit. “D…do you really think so? The flowers I added aren’t too silly?”

“Um? N-no not at all. I-I enjoy silly from time to time. T-the flowers are members of the  Boraginaceae, yes? I do enjoy them, though I-I prefer uh s-snap dragons.”

Adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat, his tool-bag gently clunking at his side. “Where is the uh, x-ray machine?”

“Oh! I’m impressed you know that!” Smiling as she clapped her hands together excited to have someone who know a lot about flowers. Though it didn’t surprise her much, he seemed to know everything. Laughing softly as he mentioned the ones he preferred. “I grow them in my garden, all the colors, I even got some new breeds just because of all the flowers I grow.” Beaming as she was proud of her garden.

Blushing as she gasped. “Ah! Oh yes, I’m sorry! This way!” Holding her hat as she hurried pass him to lead the way to a room in the room label x1 and x2. “These are the two rooms we use for the x-rays.”

Scribe could have talked with her about flowers and the breeding of them. But he had a job to do, and followed her into the x-ray room. He started on machine one, opening an access panel to work on the machine’s interior. “T-then you must be familiar with Gregor Mendel’s work cross breeding different species of peas?”

The awkward fellow tried to make small talk as he worked.

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

Scribe’s eyes lit up as he took the bag. “Thank you! You’re too good to me.” His watched beeped an alarm. “Tesla’s coils, I really need to go. I’ll see you at ten tomorrow!” Without room for a response, he bolted out the cafe door.

The next day, he was at the clinic at exactly ten o’clock. With his own white van full parts and tools to fix their x-ray.

“Hello Scribe.” The young female greeted him, she wasn’t in her work uniform today, she wore a more causal outfit today, with a cute sun hat. It was just a simple white dress with forget me nots scattered along the bottom of the skirt, the hat was a similar color to the flowers with a white band around it. “Here let me open the clinic for you. “No one is here today since we always close on sunday. So you have the place to yourself.” Smiling as she opened the door for him. 

The genius was a bit stunned by her outfit. Normally he only sees her in her working attire. He hoped his cheeks did not flush. “I-I uh, t-that’s great! More room to work.” The man entered into the empty clinic, wearing the same thing he wore yesterday, but all the clothes were fresh of course.

“Y-your outfit is very nice by the way.”

“I figured you’d be more comfortable this way.” Smiling as she followed him after propping the door open so he could go in and out as much as he needed. Usually was in a more maid like outfit when she worked at the cafe. Blushing as she looked down at her outfit. “D…do you really think so? The flowers I added aren’t too silly?”

“Um? N-no not at all. I-I enjoy silly from time to time. T-the flowers are members of the  Boraginaceae, yes? I do enjoy them, though I-I prefer uh s-snap dragons.”

Adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat, his tool-bag gently clunking at his side. “Where is the uh, x-ray machine?”

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@nefer-seshen

It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

Scribe’s eyes lit up as he took the bag. “Thank you! You’re too good to me.” His watched beeped an alarm. “Tesla’s coils, I really need to go. I’ll see you at ten tomorrow!” Without room for a response, he bolted out the cafe door.

The next day, he was at the clinic at exactly ten o’clock. With his own white van full parts and tools to fix their x-ray.

“Hello Scribe.” The young female greeted him, she wasn’t in her work uniform today, she wore a more causal outfit today, with a cute sun hat. It was just a simple white dress with forget me nots scattered along the bottom of the skirt, the hat was a similar color to the flowers with a white band around it. “Here let me open the clinic for you. “No one is here today since we always close on sunday. So you have the place to yourself.” Smiling as she opened the door for him. 

The genius was a bit stunned by her outfit. Normally he only sees her in her working attire. He hoped his cheeks did not flush. “I-I uh, t-that’s great! More room to work.” The man entered into the empty clinic, wearing the same thing he wore yesterday, but all the clothes were fresh of course.

“Y-your outfit is very nice by the way.”

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@nefer-seshen

It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

“Whoa-!” Taken by surprise, the young man was pulled by her grip on his white lab coat. Gravity forcing him to fall with her. Hitting the ground with a crash, scribe managed to catch himself, to avoid his full weight (an amount not all that much) from falling onto Rioaka.

“Um a-a-are you okay?”

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

Scribe focused on her explanation of the machine, watching the display of the x-ray images instead of on the cozy situation or her pretty dress. Did she use perfume or was that from working at a bakery all day?

Focus, Scribe! Focus!

“No no, it’s very uh, intuitive. But please, why don’t you m-model for us?” He gestured to the x-ray machine proper. “I promise I will only take flattering pictures of your skeletal system.”

Laughing softly at his words, as he was quite funny sometimes, what most didn’t find humorous she did. Rioaka did in fact wear perfume, it was a rose scent but her hair had more of a vanilla strawberry scent due to the shampoo she used currently. Walking over to the table, she slid onto and laid down. Getting herself in position.

Making a few adjusted to the x-ray head, settling down again.

Adjusting her dress a little more as she laid there now, before speaking. “Okay Scribe, go ahead and take the image. Let me know when to shift into a different position. I want to try different angles to be sure it working properly.”

“Understood. Taking the images now.” A small pattern began. The machine would whirr and click as x-ray images were taken and uploaded to the computer. Then he would ask her to turn slightly. “Alright, the system upgrades are working! I can see all the x-rays clear as day on your computer. And I must say, Rioaka, you have a beautiful skeleton.”

After the test run, she sat up, happy to hear everything was working great. Not that she doubted it wouldn’t, because she had full faith in Scribe’s talent. But with technology one couldn’t be to sure sometimes. Slipping off the table as she put the xray back into a resting position. “Thank you so much, you did good, please rest.” Joining Scribe now as she finished thanking the machine, to see the images they took. “Oh!” Gasping as she leaned in, getting a tad too close to Scribe as she was peering at the screen. “These are so clear! The picture doesn’t have any blurs, fuzz and just clear. Oh this is wonderful!”

At his comment, she felt her cheeks burn bright red, pulling away as she also realized how close she had gotten. “TH-thank you….um, for the compliment and helping with this. I feel this will be a great start in the right direction to give even better care to the patients here.” Rioaka wasn’t a doctor, just a baker, but she did help out at the clinic when she could, she was working on getting a degree in medicine to help answer questions and run the clinic better.

Scribe had tensed up, blushing like a ripe tomato when she got in too close to him. He had to hide his face by looking down and pretending to fix up his glasses.

“Y-y-yes. I-I’m glad to hear that. I do t-take pride in my work. A-and of course the patients here deserve good medical equipment.” The young genius cleared his throat to try and straighten himself up. “Rioaka I um…I heard you were going into medical school?” He turned around to face her when speaking this but it just reinforced how small this space was. “Should we talk about this s-somewhere else?”

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It’s a simple day at Cafe Rindel. The cozy and popular cafe curiously closed for “repairs.”

A young man, with short brown hair working hard at a state of the art new oven for the owner. He was five feet ten inches tall, with short light brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He wore glasses and a lab coat at all times, even when doing work like this. His voice was kind and passive sound. Like a melodic meadow lark. His name was Scribe.

“Okay, I know the last oven I made took drew more power than this place can handle but I promise this one-!” He gave the machine a pat, like it was a precious dog. “Will not…d-do that…” he caught himself getting overly excited and smiled at the one who petitioned him.

Scribe focused on her explanation of the machine, watching the display of the x-ray images instead of on the cozy situation or her pretty dress. Did she use perfume or was that from working at a bakery all day?

Focus, Scribe! Focus!

“No no, it’s very uh, intuitive. But please, why don’t you m-model for us?” He gestured to the x-ray machine proper. “I promise I will only take flattering pictures of your skeletal system.”

Laughing softly at his words, as he was quite funny sometimes, what most didn’t find humorous she did. Rioaka did in fact wear perfume, it was a rose scent but her hair had more of a vanilla strawberry scent due to the shampoo she used currently. Walking over to the table, she slid onto and laid down. Getting herself in position.

Making a few adjusted to the x-ray head, settling down again.

Adjusting her dress a little more as she laid there now, before speaking. “Okay Scribe, go ahead and take the image. Let me know when to shift into a different position. I want to try different angles to be sure it working properly.”

“Understood. Taking the images now.” A small pattern began. The machine would whirr and click as x-ray images were taken and uploaded to the computer. Then he would ask her to turn slightly. “Alright, the system upgrades are working! I can see all the x-rays clear as day on your computer. And I must say, Rioaka, you have a beautiful skeleton.”

Day 17, 18, 19: garden, scribe, cathedral