[h3]Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth, [/h3][i]and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck[/i]

“Right… squeeze it…” The goddess of gold muttered skeptically as she eyed the strange plant, but since the priestess girl confirmed, she reluctantly squeezed the strange plant. To her great surprise, it was as effective as she’d been told, and in a few minutes, she had a nice campfire roaring away with the gathered firewood they’d prepared. 

“Roasting it directly over the fire with just our hands would be too barbaric,” she commented, frowning at the campfire that was healthily crackling in the darkening sky.

She quickly got an idea, though, and fetched two sturdy Y-shaped sticks. Then, she plucked a golden spoke from her golden umbrella to use as a spit. It was inelegant, and frankly, borderline heretical to herself, but she knew the necessity of making do. Thus, spitting some of the meat on the golden instrument, she could keep the meat on an even flame and cook it properly. It was a shame they had no proper spices, but flame-broiled mystery meat was the closest secondary alternative… right?

As she prepped the meal, she waved a dismissive hand at the circling carrion birds. 

“Some lowly predators wish to kill gods for their food? What a grand and intoxicating innocence.”