"Are you sure it's not just artificed folded space?" Kayam asks again.
"I'm sure. It's not completely unlike it, but the flavor's different. I think there's an artifact around somewhere but it's not doing your thing, it's doing - something else. I think ravelers must have worked together on this..."
"...and none of them was a folder."
"None of them was a folder. I've never seen the thing this is before. There's got to be an artifice -"
Shara takes a step closer.
She trips.
"MILADY -"
And then Shara can't hear the rest of Kayam's scream, because she's somewhere else, too quick to reravel or even start to try.
"Well, it's not a guarantee, if you're strong-willed you can resist it, but mortals who see me perform tend to fall in love with me. It's only temporary, and I can take it back entirely with some work, but I can't control it, and I get the feeling you wouldn't be a fan of the whole experience."
He carries on. "Anybody who really hates it resists, and they get a headache for a while but they haven't done anything they regret. And the rest of them have the best time of their lives - and I'm not exaggerating, you understand. There's nothing that can't be enhanced with Solar radiance. And I bless their crops, and they have healthy and fertile children... It works out for everyone."
She is currently dependent on this person for food and guidance and should stay quiet. She is currently dependent on this person for food and guidance and should stay quiet. She is currently dependent on this person for food and guidance and should stay quiet. She is -
"You look unhappy," he notes. "Are you hungry? Syl will be done in a few minutes."
He goes off on a tangent about the time they threw a feast for every god in the entire Northeast quadrant of the Isle. It had seventy courses. He loved it.
Most of the dishes shimmer with subtle golden light. All of them look indescribably delicious and foreign. There is so much.
Syl concludes her prayer and beams up at them. "Tuck in!"
"Thank you."
Shara takes some of all the more recognizable and some of the more appetizing-looking unrecognizable foods.
Aril eats an absolutely terrifying amount of food, surprising no one. His manners, at least, are decent. His chopsticks move with force and precision, carting food to his mouth like coal to a furnace.
"Oh, it's a dragonsfruit! Very, hmm... Not too sweet, but quite nice, and they're so pretty on a table it never hurts to put them out. There's one for each elemental dragon, but that only affects the color. Not like firemelons and airmelons and those. Would you like a taste?"
"Just cut it in half and scoop out a bite," she explains.
"Well, I'm glad I could introduce you to it! Feel free to ask what the rest is; I know it was hard for me to adjust to all the different fruits and vegetables and animals in this place."
So Shara asks what more things are - that spice, that vegetable, that meat, this gigantic egg's source animal, this dessert that she mistook at first for a piece of bread.
Her questions are answered enthusiastically, with occasional tangents about how the vegetable tastes completely different if you chop lengthwise, or the difficulty of getting the eggs away from the giant spiders in the first place, but it's so worth it, isn't it.