The forest soon became engulfed in darkness, making it impossible to see a few meters beyond, Milda wasted no time in starting a fire. Out of her bag she pulled a few raw ingredient and some incense she light and played around them to ward any beast nearby.
Shizame felt relief finally being allowed to sit down after running for so long, admiring the agudner's handy work. Her actions felt aliens to Shizame, having never seen how exactly one cook a meal, especially a solid meal not made of what could be described as scraps.
His mouth drooled ceaselessly at the aroma, she was amused by the wide eyes of the nevrean completely entranced by a simple meal. The sergal however sat in silence, looking away allergic to making even small talk. She barely could plate the finished product before Shizame engulfed the whole content of his plate, the sergal ate a slower pace but not even a simple thanks was given for her effort.
After taking a few bites Milda wanted to know more about the strange collared men who appeared out of thin air, while Shizame explained their situation, the sergal fasten finishing his meal. Before she could ask him his side of the story, the masked man stood up holding his box and began walking away.
None protested, in fact Milda stood up and waved him goodbye wishing him ''good luck'' little worries of his well being alone at night. Shizame noticed she too held a similar box around her waist, she looked back at him smiling '' Oh that, yeah i did a little switcharoo with that man. Changed my box for his, im sure what he kept is more valuable''.
He felt annoyed by her behavior as he prevented the sergal from stealing from her only for her to commit theft. She chuckled '' well you can chase back after him and tattletale, but we both know he deserved it''. He wished he could reply something else but she did have a point, there was no reason to defend his behavior.
Once Milda finished her meal they spoke a little before the exhaustion caught up with the both of them, slowly passing out next to the warm fire.
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Shizame felt relief finally being allowed to sit down after running for so long, admiring the agudner's handy work. Her actions felt aliens to Shizame, having never seen how exactly one cook a meal, especially a solid meal not made of what could be described as scraps.
His mouth drooled ceaselessly at the aroma, she was amused by the wide eyes of the nevrean completely entranced by a simple meal. The sergal however sat in silence, looking away allergic to making even small talk. She barely could plate the finished product before Shizame engulfed the whole content of his plate, the sergal ate a slower pace but not even a simple thanks was given for her effort.
After taking a few bites Milda wanted to know more about the strange collared men who appeared out of thin air, while Shizame explained their situation, the sergal fasten finishing his meal. Before she could ask him his side of the story, the masked man stood up holding his box and began walking away.
None protested, in fact Milda stood up and waved him goodbye wishing him ''good luck'' little worries of his well being alone at night. Shizame noticed she too held a similar box around her waist, she looked back at him smiling '' Oh that, yeah i did a little switcharoo with that man. Changed my box for his, im sure what he kept is more valuable''.
He felt annoyed by her behavior as he prevented the sergal from stealing from her only for her to commit theft. She chuckled '' well you can chase back after him and tattletale, but we both know he deserved it''. He wished he could reply something else but she did have a point, there was no reason to defend his behavior.
Once Milda finished her meal they spoke a little before the exhaustion caught up with the both of them, slowly passing out next to the warm fire.
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