10 ASH 121
While Nnerka was not full — not in the way she used to be with her sisters, sitting heavy around the bones and fires of the enemy — but she was full enough. Satisfied with the meal that she had shared with the little lysanrin beside her. A curiosity to her, really. Her gaze swept over the street as she sought out somewhere to get dessert. Something sweet; though, Yshvold had plenty of sweetness while they’d eaten before. He’d downed the lacewings quite quickly.
The spider squinted at the people passing by. This, the convenience of finding a meal, was perhaps one of the few perks she had to give to the city. It didn’t stop the general distaste she had for the city, but it made it slightly more tolerable to be around. Lips pursed, she considered what a child might like to eat. Her own childhood treats would probably have invoked the same reaction as when he’d first seen his plate, and it wasn’t likely that there would be a shop more versed in confectionary insects.
“Little one,” she let one hand brush the side of his face, “What would you like to eat for dessert? Oh, and a drink. You’ll need to wash all that sugar down. There should be a well around here somewhere.” It was easier to let it be up to the person this was for to decide what they wanted. Though, she would have liked to see his expression if Nnerka had chosen some other odd concoction for him to drink. If his stomach would betray him and he’d vomit everything he’d eaten before. She lifted a hand to stifle her laughter, fanning herself with another as she turned to survey their surroundings once more.
It had gotten only a little cooler since their departure from the little restaurant. Slightly more bearable, but enough to make her feel lethargic after a good meal. Maybe they could stop and sit when they’d found something to eat for dessert. And maybe she could learn more about Petra and her strange little manservant.
“How did you meet Petra?” And then another thought: “How old are you, little one?” She’d never been all that good at discerning ages of other races. Some looked old and were young, and some looked young and were old. She’d never thought much about it, either, but it was important to check. There’d been a time or two when some patrons were revealed to be underage, sneaking in on a dare.
The spider squinted at the people passing by. This, the convenience of finding a meal, was perhaps one of the few perks she had to give to the city. It didn’t stop the general distaste she had for the city, but it made it slightly more tolerable to be around. Lips pursed, she considered what a child might like to eat. Her own childhood treats would probably have invoked the same reaction as when he’d first seen his plate, and it wasn’t likely that there would be a shop more versed in confectionary insects.
“Little one,” she let one hand brush the side of his face, “What would you like to eat for dessert? Oh, and a drink. You’ll need to wash all that sugar down. There should be a well around here somewhere.” It was easier to let it be up to the person this was for to decide what they wanted. Though, she would have liked to see his expression if Nnerka had chosen some other odd concoction for him to drink. If his stomach would betray him and he’d vomit everything he’d eaten before. She lifted a hand to stifle her laughter, fanning herself with another as she turned to survey their surroundings once more.
It had gotten only a little cooler since their departure from the little restaurant. Slightly more bearable, but enough to make her feel lethargic after a good meal. Maybe they could stop and sit when they’d found something to eat for dessert. And maybe she could learn more about Petra and her strange little manservant.
“How did you meet Petra?” And then another thought: “How old are you, little one?” She’d never been all that good at discerning ages of other races. Some looked old and were young, and some looked young and were old. She’d never thought much about it, either, but it was important to check. There’d been a time or two when some patrons were revealed to be underage, sneaking in on a dare.