15min fic #29
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Title~ Cuisine
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 29. I know from personal experience that the last line of this fic is perfectly true =3
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They were not more than a day out of Assiraz now. The near-freezing temperatures of the Kazinian mountains had long since been left behind, and heat once more returned to warm Raykinian flesh, but the moisture remained. While the heat was still minimal compared to the searing red desert Nimay knew, the clammy, closed-in feeling of humidity was quite foreign to her. She was unsure how much of the fine coat of moisture that glossed her skin was sweat and how much was settled tropical mist.
She picked at one of the tiny legs that lay piled on the plate, holding it up in front of her nose to examine it further. Whatever animal the leg came from, it appeared she would have to eat at least ten of their legs to be able to get a single mouthful.
She looked past the leg, turning a questioning look to the swordsman who sat opposite her.
Melraan grinned through a miniscule mouthful of the delicate flesh, picking the remnants from the tiny white bone. He’d been in Kazin a good many times more than Nimay had, and he’d had a chance to sample most, if not all, of the local cuisine.
He tossed the bone into the communal bone bowl in the middle of the table before picking up another. “Frog’s legs,” he said succinctly.
Nimay raised her eyebrows incredulously, twisting the amphibious leg in her fingers.
“You’re not serious.” Nolryn was eyeing his own plate of legs with much the same disbelieving expression as Nimay. “I had expected that such stories told by the Own were just to scare off any competition.”
“Aeia no,” the swordsman scoffed, clipping more meat from the bone with his teeth. “They’re not that bad, actually.”
Nimay stared down at her plate, which was looking even less appetising than it had when it had been placed in front of her.
“What do they taste like?” the prince asked carefully.
“Chicken.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine.
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 29. I know from personal experience that the last line of this fic is perfectly true =3
They were not more than a day out of Assiraz now. The near-freezing temperatures of the Kazinian mountains had long since been left behind, and heat once more returned to warm Raykinian flesh, but the moisture remained. While the heat was still minimal compared to the searing red desert Nimay knew, the clammy, closed-in feeling of humidity was quite foreign to her. She was unsure how much of the fine coat of moisture that glossed her skin was sweat and how much was settled tropical mist.
She picked at one of the tiny legs that lay piled on the plate, holding it up in front of her nose to examine it further. Whatever animal the leg came from, it appeared she would have to eat at least ten of their legs to be able to get a single mouthful.
She looked past the leg, turning a questioning look to the swordsman who sat opposite her.
Melraan grinned through a miniscule mouthful of the delicate flesh, picking the remnants from the tiny white bone. He’d been in Kazin a good many times more than Nimay had, and he’d had a chance to sample most, if not all, of the local cuisine.
He tossed the bone into the communal bone bowl in the middle of the table before picking up another. “Frog’s legs,” he said succinctly.
Nimay raised her eyebrows incredulously, twisting the amphibious leg in her fingers.
“You’re not serious.” Nolryn was eyeing his own plate of legs with much the same disbelieving expression as Nimay. “I had expected that such stories told by the Own were just to scare off any competition.”
“Aeia no,” the swordsman scoffed, clipping more meat from the bone with his teeth. “They’re not that bad, actually.”
Nimay stared down at her plate, which was looking even less appetising than it had when it had been placed in front of her.
“What do they taste like?” the prince asked carefully.
“Chicken.”
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