Rawlin sailed the skies in silence, completely wrapped up in her own thoughts until the sun began to sink below the sea of clouds. It took another fifteen minutes before she found an abandoned, small terra where they could dock on the outside and continue to be undisturbed for the night. Slowly maneuvering the ship closer to the docks, she moved to the control board and searched for the switch that would propel the anchors into the side of the terra. Once she found the one labeled 'Anchors' she flipped it and ran to the large window, watching them the three hooked ends of the anchor shoot out the side of the ship with a 'pop' and crash into the grassy cliff side. Dirt, rocks, and grass clumps were sent flying in every direction as the anchors latched deep into the floating land mass.<br/><br/>Satisfied that the ship wouldn't be doing any floating away during the night, she turned away from the windows and set off for the kitchen. Since the thought of recruiting a chef hadn't crossed her mind in all her planning, the task fell on her. Not that she minded. Back on her home terra, there had been countless times she had brought out her mother's old cookbooks and done some fine gourmet cooking. Well to a twelve year old girl and a dragon who was barely bigger than a goat, who couldn't yet hunt for himself, it seemed like gourmet food at the time.<br/><br/>Searching through the fully stocked pantry, cabinets, and fridge, Rawlin took out various ingredients. As she began to dice up various different vegetables and throw them into a large pot, she let her mind wander back to when she could last remember her mother standing in their small house and cooking a meal.<br/><br/>'A tall woman with long, beautiful, loosely curled hair stood at the kitchen counter, humming in a sweet voice as she moved from counter to stove. Rawlin sat beneath the kitchen table, her big green eyes watching her mother move back and forth. The voice of her mother soothed any earlier hurt feelings that she had had from the boys making fun of her hair color at school and following her home on their bikes pelting her with small pebbles as she ran home. The smell of a stew worth dying for filled the home, under lying that was the smell of the sugar cookies baking in the oven, soon to be ready for dessert. Warmth and love filled every crevice in the house, even with her father absent half of the time.' The image faded almost quickly as it had come. Rawlin stood at the kitchen counter as still as a stone statue. It had been so long since her mother died that Rawlin could barely remember what her face had looked like.<br/><br/>Inhaling a sharp breath and shaking her head to get the image out, Rawlin continued to cook. The wonderful smell of stew soon filled the ship even cutting past the smell of oil and metal in the engine room. The sweet smell swirled around Icarus seductively, enticing him towards the kitchen. Tugging and pulling at his sense of smell until he finally obeyed it's invisible touch.<br/><br/>Washing down the kitchen counter, Rawlin pulled out two bowls and small serving plates. Setting up two spots at the large dining table in the dining hall in the next room, she made sure both places were neat and clean before returning to the kitchen. Humming gently to herself , she had her back to the kitchen door and checked the stew once more to see how it was coming along. Then moved to check the dinner rolls in the over. Once satisfied, Rawlin turned the stove burner down and headed out of the kitchen. Intending to go to the engine room to tell Icarus dinner was ready.