A Meaty Moniker

Writers: Heather, Yvonne
Date Posted: 24th October 2024

Characters: Oselle, Saibra, Amarella, Leron
Description: Oselle and Saibra announce the winner of the sausage contest!
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 17 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: *the winner - read to find out!*

Saibra

The Weyr was buzzing with the news that the Weyrwoman would be holding an announcement at today's dinner. The Dining cavern was decked out for the occasion in yellow and red bunting strung between pillars and the glass sconces were polished to a bright shine. Fresh bouquets of wildflowers and tall grasses graced each table, and laughter and music brightened the air.

The most impressive addition to the evening was the food tables, which were groaning beneath platters of the new sausages. The Kitchens had been up well into the night to make buns and grind enough meat to make sausages for the entire Weyr. The air was thick with the scent of roast and fresh bread, and each platter of sausage was accompanied with multiple bowls of sauces, mustards, cheese and greens.

Headwoman Oselle stood near the Dining Cavern's entrance, a small smile playing on her lips as she watched the tables fill with families, drudges and hungry dragonriders. She was proud of her staff, that they'd embraced her challenge and created a feast fit for a Hatching. And for just a _sausage_. And what she privately thought was a fairly middling example of the dish.

"She's here!" Amarella appeared at her side and handed her a polished wooden box with a white ribbon tied around its middle. "Waiting just off the main room for you."

Oselle inclined her head in thanks and went to meet with the Weyrwoman, the box tucked under her arm.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Headwoman," Saibra said as she walked up. "I honestly had no idea the contest would be so popular. But," she turned and surveyed the crowd, "it's nice, isn't it? To have something fun to do that doesn't involve the dragons for once?"

}:I'm sorry. Would you care to repeat that?:{ Chioneth drawled.

**Oh shush, tonight is not about you for once.**

Chioneth clearly thought that _everything_ in the Weyr was about her, but she decided to allow Saibra a night to enjoy the little round cylinder things that the humans all seemed so excited about.

Oselle smiled. "There are more people living at the Weyr who aren't bonded to a dragon than those who are. And I suspect that the dragonriders also appreciate something to think about that isn't Thread and its consequences."

"Have you already tallied the votes then?" Saibra asked, eyeing the wooden box with the white ribbon.

The Headwoman nodded and withdrew an envelope from her pocket, which she held out to Saibra. "The winning name is written here, along with the person who submitted it. I must say, it was a challenge. There were a lot of... creative... names."

"Ah yes, I overheard brownrider H'riv suggesting the name 'floppy meat'." Saibra shook her head with a little smirk of amusement.

Oselle pursed her lips. "Hmm. Well, bravo to him for his creativity. I refuse to have to write that down on a menu board. Perhaps I will suggest to the Kitchens that he has a special preference for how his are cooked. I'm sure that they would be willing to oblige."

Saibra nearly choked on her laughter. "Shall we go end their suspense?"

"After you."

The Headwoman gestured to her assistant as she and Saibra headed back toward the Dining Cavern, and by the time they reached the doors the Harpers had announced their arrival and had started an entrance march. Oselle followed the Weyrwoman up to the small stage at the end of the Cavern, nodding almost imperceptibly at Leron and his team sitting at a table near the front. The usually scruffy cooks had made an effort to straighten their hair and were wearing their Gather best, which was rather impressive given how late they'd been up making sausages to stuff the Dining Cavern today.

"Welcome everyone," Saibra called as a hush fell across the Dining Cavern. "First, I want to thank Headwoman Oselle and her wonderful staff for the creation of these delicious..." and here she trailed off and waved her hand at the sausages. "Well, we'll find out soon what these will be called." A chuckle rippled over the crowd. "Without further ado, henceforth these delicious morsels of meat at Dragonsfall will be known as dragontails. This name came from Th'reyos, our winner!"

There was a wave of applause with a few whistles of approval from the table of kitchen staff right at the front. "Show us the prize!" Leron yelled.

Saibra opened the wooden box and pulled out a length of crocheted fabric wrapped around a smoothly polished stick. She unfurled it to reveal a banner depicting a crest with a dragontail sausage proudly displayed in the middle. There was another thunderous wave of applause as she held it up for the Weyr to see.

The word "dragontail" had been embroidered across the small tapestry in fancy text.

"Now, let's all enjoy some dragontails!" Saibra announced, which led to people immediately bolting for a place in line at the service table.

Oselle watched as the crowds descended upon the dinner tables and happy chatter and music filled the hall. It seemed that dragontails had found a permanent home on the menu. **Good,** she thought. The Weyr was happy, and so was she.

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