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Torvi [@Tae] , Stratya [@CitrusArms]
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Zarai blinked at Torvthen twice, like the words were sinking through a sea of honey. Her grin spread slowly, like a lady and unbothered cat under the sun.

[color=93a477]“Sweet’s not your specialty, huh?”[/color] She echoed, her voice syrupy with amusement. [color=93a477]“That’s a shame. I was gonna offer you a peach. Or cake. Or a cookie. Damn, I want chocolate cake now.” [/color]

She took another bite of the ham, humming at its rich and delicious taste. Gods, why did everything taste so good? Had they used magic to make it taste like that? 

[color=93a477]“You do strike me more as…mmm… saffron!”[/color] She mused aloud, gaze drifting as though the thought itself had taste and smell and texture. [color=93a477]“Expensive. Sharp. Maybe a little hard to find in the wild. And pretty, like the flower!” [/color]

She popped another bite into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, eyes locked on Torvi like she was trying to see through her, or maybe just getting distracted by how shiny her hair was under this lighting. [color=93a477]“Saffron with a bite. That’s you.” [/color]

Just then, her expression shifted. Zarai’s entire body paused and her expression lit up as she blinked past Torvi. Olivia, a few ways down, was waving. Zarai immediately stopped chewing, raised both sticky hands in the air, and waved back with the enthusiasm of someone who had just remembered how arms worked. 

[color=93a477]“Hi!”[/color] she said, loudly, beaming like she hadn’t just frozen an entire conversation. 

Then, as if nothing had happened, she returned to Torvi. Her tone picked up exactly where she’d left off, like nothing had happened. 

[color=93a477]“I like you. You’re pretty. And you’ve got a little storm in your. Makes people interesting. You ever notice how people hold their glasses when they lie? It’s always the pinky.”[/color] 

She didn’t explain further. 

Instead, she held out a piece of the honeyed ham like some sort of peace offering. Or friendship offering. [color=93a477]“You want some? It’s sweet. Might change your—”[/color]

A hearty chuckle interrupted her as a familiar-looking knight dropped into the seat beside them and began enthusiastically gathering food onto her plate. Her energy was a solid thud of reality against Zarai’s dreamy haze. She blinked, then grinned wider, delighted by the abrupt entrance. 

Zarai leaned in, fascinated a she watched the knight pull at the ribs only for the bones to slide out clean. Once. Then twice. 

[color=93a477]“She’s fighting ghosts,”[/color] she whispered to Torvi with the utmost seriousness. 

Zarai watched the knight’s determination win over the ribs as she finally managed to cut a portion with meat still attached. She took a bite, leaned back, and let out a satisfied noise that sounded almost divine. 

Too distracted to really take note of anything else happening around her, Zarai clapped once. [color=93a477]“That was a whole journey. Ten outta ten. Would eat vicariously again.” [/color]

Zarai turned back to her own plate in a swift move and began to eat again. Fingers digging into the meat, juices and honey coating her already sticky fingers once more. Nothing matter more than getting the last bits of ham in her mouth. 











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