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ASDAValueMilkThe farm boy’s brief responses stung slightly, but there was no wound to her pride which Ghisronia couldn’t heal by gorging on copious amounts of food, which is exactly what she did.
“Can I call you Ghis?”
“Sure!” Ghisronia exclaimed, beaming broadly.
“My name's Lilianna but that's such a long name, so everyone calls me Lilly. Or shorty",
“Liliana? That’s such a pretty name!” The words flowed effortlessly from the larger girl’s lips, an almost flawless imitation of the giggly young maidens she’d found intolerable her entire life.
Ghisronia scooped up a handful of fried squirrel, scoffing it down with a loud crunch, licking up the remaining crumbs with her thick tongue. She chugged down a few decent glugs from her recently filled wine cup, before ripping the meat off of a rack boar ribs with her teeth and snapping it up like some crazed reptile. A ravenous look flashing across her eyes, Ghisronia snatched a large powder-slathered pastry off of the cake tray, stuffing it down in several quick bites.
"Wow, you sure are hungry," chirped up Liliana.
“Not exceptionally so,” Ghis confessed, in a tone that was slightly more akin to her true demeanour than the bubbly manner she’d been adopting whilst talking to the girl next to her “just a smidge peckish.” The corpulent young woman picked a lightly crisped pork pie off of a nearby serving tray; promptly followed by the rest of the tray’s contents, which all ended up in her mouth. “Besides, it’d be a shame to waste all this food.” She mumbled between mouthfuls.
"Just a man who enjoys his sprouts," the white-haired fellow remarked, in response to Ghisronia’s earlier statement.
“That makes one of us then,” Ghis replied, only half joking “Can’t stand those sickly green death-balls….Eurgh…” She scrunched up her face for dramatic effect, letting her tongue hang out. Now plagued by visions of sprouts, Ghisronia took the opportunity to devour some crisp honeyed-lizards, and begin work on a greasy chicken leg.
"I think he's a learned man,” Lillian whispered in Ghisronia’s ear, whilst she still had a mouthful of chicken.
"Look at his clothes, he reminds me of my tutor, back when--" the young girl stopped abruptly, which served to pique the thickset woman’s curiosity. She’d be a fool to take each of these people at face value, everyone had secrets after all, and the prospect of unravelling whatever it was that this seemingly innocent girl was holding close to her chest enthralled Ghisronia, but before she could inquire further she was rather abruptly cut off by a loud "Speak up, lassie, it's not polite to whisper.", followed by some curious head-bobbing.
“Lilly was just sharing with me how best to savour the taste of the orange-spotted eastern lizard.” Ghisronia shot back, keeping her tone polite and well-humoured. “Apparently running one’s tongue along said spots evokes a rush of flavour, however such a display would be unseemly at the dinner table, so my new friend thought it best not to speak this aloud. I’m sure you understand, sir.” Ghis gave a gentle nod, smiling sweetly before she turned back to Liliana.
"I'm so glad you're here," Lilly bubbled in a slightly more reserved fashion. "I thought I'd be surrounded by dark warriors and black mages. Glad there's someone like me here,"
Ghisronia grinned inwardly at the notion that she and this copper-haired stranger had anything more than their gender in common, but aloud she said “Me too! I was absolutely petrified that I’d be completely out of my depth here, but I’m so relieved to meet someone so sweet and amicable,” topping it off with a sugary little “I really hope we get a chance to know each other!”
Ghis spent the next few moments waging war on the banquet table; tearing through a plethora of pastries, several slices of meat, a farm’s worth of roast animals, and a few generous handfuls of sea food. Once her excessive spree was over, the young woman took some time to relax as her stomach let out garish gurgles, and her chair continued to buckle beneath her.
“Can I call you Ghis?”
“Sure!” Ghisronia exclaimed, beaming broadly.
“My name's Lilianna but that's such a long name, so everyone calls me Lilly. Or shorty",
“Liliana? That’s such a pretty name!” The words flowed effortlessly from the larger girl’s lips, an almost flawless imitation of the giggly young maidens she’d found intolerable her entire life.
Ghisronia scooped up a handful of fried squirrel, scoffing it down with a loud crunch, licking up the remaining crumbs with her thick tongue. She chugged down a few decent glugs from her recently filled wine cup, before ripping the meat off of a rack boar ribs with her teeth and snapping it up like some crazed reptile. A ravenous look flashing across her eyes, Ghisronia snatched a large powder-slathered pastry off of the cake tray, stuffing it down in several quick bites.
"Wow, you sure are hungry," chirped up Liliana.
“Not exceptionally so,” Ghis confessed, in a tone that was slightly more akin to her true demeanour than the bubbly manner she’d been adopting whilst talking to the girl next to her “just a smidge peckish.” The corpulent young woman picked a lightly crisped pork pie off of a nearby serving tray; promptly followed by the rest of the tray’s contents, which all ended up in her mouth. “Besides, it’d be a shame to waste all this food.” She mumbled between mouthfuls.
"Just a man who enjoys his sprouts," the white-haired fellow remarked, in response to Ghisronia’s earlier statement.
“That makes one of us then,” Ghis replied, only half joking “Can’t stand those sickly green death-balls….Eurgh…” She scrunched up her face for dramatic effect, letting her tongue hang out. Now plagued by visions of sprouts, Ghisronia took the opportunity to devour some crisp honeyed-lizards, and begin work on a greasy chicken leg.
"I think he's a learned man,” Lillian whispered in Ghisronia’s ear, whilst she still had a mouthful of chicken.
"Look at his clothes, he reminds me of my tutor, back when--" the young girl stopped abruptly, which served to pique the thickset woman’s curiosity. She’d be a fool to take each of these people at face value, everyone had secrets after all, and the prospect of unravelling whatever it was that this seemingly innocent girl was holding close to her chest enthralled Ghisronia, but before she could inquire further she was rather abruptly cut off by a loud "Speak up, lassie, it's not polite to whisper.", followed by some curious head-bobbing.
“Lilly was just sharing with me how best to savour the taste of the orange-spotted eastern lizard.” Ghisronia shot back, keeping her tone polite and well-humoured. “Apparently running one’s tongue along said spots evokes a rush of flavour, however such a display would be unseemly at the dinner table, so my new friend thought it best not to speak this aloud. I’m sure you understand, sir.” Ghis gave a gentle nod, smiling sweetly before she turned back to Liliana.
"I'm so glad you're here," Lilly bubbled in a slightly more reserved fashion. "I thought I'd be surrounded by dark warriors and black mages. Glad there's someone like me here,"
Ghisronia grinned inwardly at the notion that she and this copper-haired stranger had anything more than their gender in common, but aloud she said “Me too! I was absolutely petrified that I’d be completely out of my depth here, but I’m so relieved to meet someone so sweet and amicable,” topping it off with a sugary little “I really hope we get a chance to know each other!”
Ghis spent the next few moments waging war on the banquet table; tearing through a plethora of pastries, several slices of meat, a farm’s worth of roast animals, and a few generous handfuls of sea food. Once her excessive spree was over, the young woman took some time to relax as her stomach let out garish gurgles, and her chair continued to buckle beneath her.