"Well, how does it taste?""I haven't tasted it yet!""Hurry up little sister! I don't have all damn day."
Torc rolled her eyes as she threw her head back in dramatics. Her brother had her trying tons of his made up recipes, some better than others. Today was roasted bog rat. The secret was that you used the wet muddy ground water that the creature bred in to also cook it. Torc took a hearty bite of the meaty side of the rodent as she chewed. The small bones were melting in her mouth as she savored the taste. Her lips pulled to the side as she thought. Her eyes glistened as she began to spoke, "It's not terrible."
a heavy laugh bellowed from her tummy as she took another bite. It was delicious, Forc had truly mastered his craft."I hate you Torc, you joke around too much."
He pushed her as the two began pushing, pinching, and kicking one another around the open flame. "What are you two doing?"
A stern and heavy voice that was clearly their father's brought Forc to an instant stop as Torc laid one more heavy punch on her brother before turning to her father. His heavy brow was even heavier on his eyelids as he crossed his arms against his chest. "I repeat myself, once more. What are you two doing?"
Torc began to speak to tell their father that the two were just messing around but Forc spoke loudly, his tone changing completely. That of a warrior and not as a playful older brother with a love for cooking. "It is my fault father. I was having Torc try my new creation, it's something I think you will enjoy Fath-"
Quickly the leader of the family interrupted, his large green hand up out in front of him. Signaling for them both to remain absolutely quiet. "We have been having outsiders come and kill your brothers in arms, and you have been wasting your time prancing around the kitchen like a cockroach? I can expect this from your sister, as it is her duty to keep us fed, but you? You are my son. This is not for you. You are a warrior!"
He slammed his hand down, sending the cooked food into the dirt below them. The two siblings remained silent, staring up at their father in a mixture of respect and fear. He turned and walked away, there was nothing more to be said about the situation.
When their father was out of ear reach, Torc turned to her brother, "I'm sorry, I didn't me-"
Forc grunted in an outburt, "Yeah you didn't mean anything! You never do, You'll never even understand what it's like. You're lucky you were born a girl, you have it so easy. You just lay on your back and get on your knees when you're told."
Forc stopped, his demeanor changing as he looked to his youngest sibling and only sister. "I'm the one who is sorry now my lovely sister, I didn't mean what I said. It is just frustrating."
Torc nodded, she felt like crying but kept her upper lip stiff as she was embraced by her older brother."Make it up to me, and go to the bog and get me some more of those rats, and I'll make it up to you by cooking them."
Torc rolled her eyes once again, "That doesn't sound like a great deal to me."
Torc admitted as her brother looked at her. "Go."
he said, stern in his tone but gentle in his smile. She shrugged it off and turned, leaving away from her small village and traveling to a small bog that was about a half hour away. Reaching the mud hole she walked in, it felt lovely on her bare feet as she wiggled her toes. She walked a bit further in, so that the mud was not quite half way up to her shins. Squatting down she felt around in the bog with her bare hands for signs of any life within the ecosystem.