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This is a weird thing.
"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.
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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 -
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"You look unhappy," he notes. "Are you hungry? Syl will be done in a few minutes."
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"Oh, it will. I remember-"
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.
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.
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Suddenly, where Syl was cooking, there's a shining golden table. It is absolutely covered with food. Syl kneels at the table facing her companions, humming a short prayer to Autochthon.
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!"
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.
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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.
sweetclarity
"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?"
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With her chopsticks (made out of what appears to be something very much like solid gold), she plucks a sea-blue dragonfruit out of the bowl and tosses it onto an empty spot on Shara's plate. (It sticks the landing.)
"Just cut it in half and scoop out a bite," she explains.
"Just cut it in half and scoop out a bite," she explains.
"I've never had anything like it, except in the trivial sense that I've eaten fruit before."
sweetclarity
"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.
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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.
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To be fair, they do smell delicious.
But to all things must come an end, and delicious meals are no exception. Once the remaining food is cleared Elsewhere for later consumption, Aril flops to the ground and sleeps.
Syl nods decisively. "He'll be out for a few hours; he's been up for half a week, so I thought a nap might be good for him. Now." She turns to Shara. "Would you like to take a walk? It aids humans' digestion, or so I'm told."
But to all things must come an end, and delicious meals are no exception. Once the remaining food is cleared Elsewhere for later consumption, Aril flops to the ground and sleeps.
Syl nods decisively. "He'll be out for a few hours; he's been up for half a week, so I thought a nap might be good for him. Now." She turns to Shara. "Would you like to take a walk? It aids humans' digestion, or so I'm told."
"Sure, as long as you can also do the preventing-the-forest-from-mutating-me thing."
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"Oh, yes. That's not a problem; it's a very simple charm. I just thought it'd be nice to talk."
She sets off at a decent pace, a faint mark shining on her forehead.
She sets off at a decent pace, a faint mark shining on her forehead.
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"Oh, it was nothing. I love to cook for someone new."
She taps a tree pensively as she passes it. "You seemed troubled during our meal."
She taps a tree pensively as she passes it. "You seemed troubled during our meal."