by Baconwizard » 03/22/2015 10:20 PM
One nice thing about the soup was that the heat through the bowl was warming her fingers. Freylan's hands curled around the stone surface, a little pleased from the sensation. She watched Clivius take a sip, half of her face hidden in shadow from her cloak, and then looked down at the red liquid. So it was made of tomatoes. What were tomatoes? Picking up her spoon, Freylan considered the food. If she didn't eat it, Clivius would be offended, probably, and would wonder why she wouldn't eat it. Carefully, as if she was afraid of it attacking her, Freylan spooned up a little of the liquid and put it in her mouth. She didn't get enough to swallow properly, so the taste bloomed out on her tongue. It was... strange. Not indigestible, but it certainly wasn't anything like the deer blood that she had stored in the cellar.
Glancing at Clivius, Freylan nodded, trying for a small smile. She looked back at the bowl, then decided that she would try again later. Putting down the bowl, Freylan laced her hands around her knees. "U-um... your family... is it just you and your father?" That had been bugging Freylan for awhile now; over the course of the week alone, Freylan had had the time to mull over the finer points of her conversations with Clivius. Freylan had never known her father, or her grandfather, and was raised primarily by her female family members. It seemed like Clivius, in contrast, had only his father. It was an interesting point, to Freylan, and she inwardly wondered what it was like to have one. A father.
To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world.
To you, I shall be unique in all the world....
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