Genesis 011
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Title~ Bush Tucker
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine
Notes~ Genesis 011. Mmm, garlic X)~
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Yoryl shook his hair out and began raking it back again with his fingers, systematically removing a few of the tangles in it. “Kurae,” he said, his speech muffled by the hair tie between his teeth. “That thing has been cooking for hours. When do we eat?” He took the strip of fabric out of his mouth to tie his hair back up again.
The swordsman looked into the cooking pot, poking at the stew with a wooden spoon. A cloud of steam rose with the action, along with beautifully warm and spicy scents that made Yoryl’s mouth water and wish all the more that the meal was finished.
“Ten minutes,” Kurae answered, stoic as ever. He stood up from his seat by the fire and began pouring rice into a pot of water to boil it.
Yoryl mooched over to the pot of stew, poking at the concoction of rabbit meat, tomatoes and onion to release the smells again. Garlic, that’s what he could smell. “Lin’s blood that smells good. I love garlic.”
Kurae hooked the pot of rice over the fire beside the rabbit stew, then dipped one finger in the bubbling sauce and lifted it to his mouth. He frowned as he swilled the sauce around in his mouth, then looked at Yoryl. “Tell me if it needs more chilli.”
Yoryl raised an eyebrow, well aware of the swordsman’s normal aversion to anyone touching his dishes before they were served. Nevertheless, he had been offered this rare privilege, so he dipped one finger in the piping hot mixture then transferred it to his mouth. Oh yes, that was garlic alright. He could taste the flavour of the tomatoes and the rabbit that permeated the mixture as well. That was, until the full force of the chilli hit him head on.
“Ah!” He opened his mouth and fanned his tongue with one hand, sniffing as the vicious spice began to affect his nostrils. “Too much,” he spluttered.
Kurae gave a lopsided grin and stirred the boiling rice. “Perfect,” he murmured to himself.
Yoryl rolled his eyes and straightened. He scanned the campsite, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. “Do you want me to get the guys yet?”
“If you want. It should be done by the time they all get here.”
The blade archer grinned and cupped his hands to his mouth, taking a deep breath in. Before he could shout anything though, Kurae gripped his wrist firmly with a dry, callused hand. “Not like that. I’d rather do all we can not to be ambushed over dinner, if it’s all the same to you, rookie.”
Yoryl blinked, then shrugged off the swordsman’s rough grip. “Fair enough.” He dipped his finger once more into the stew, then darted off to find the rest of the Own.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Both mine
Notes~ Genesis 011. Mmm, garlic X)~
Yoryl shook his hair out and began raking it back again with his fingers, systematically removing a few of the tangles in it. “Kurae,” he said, his speech muffled by the hair tie between his teeth. “That thing has been cooking for hours. When do we eat?” He took the strip of fabric out of his mouth to tie his hair back up again.
The swordsman looked into the cooking pot, poking at the stew with a wooden spoon. A cloud of steam rose with the action, along with beautifully warm and spicy scents that made Yoryl’s mouth water and wish all the more that the meal was finished.
“Ten minutes,” Kurae answered, stoic as ever. He stood up from his seat by the fire and began pouring rice into a pot of water to boil it.
Yoryl mooched over to the pot of stew, poking at the concoction of rabbit meat, tomatoes and onion to release the smells again. Garlic, that’s what he could smell. “Lin’s blood that smells good. I love garlic.”
Kurae hooked the pot of rice over the fire beside the rabbit stew, then dipped one finger in the bubbling sauce and lifted it to his mouth. He frowned as he swilled the sauce around in his mouth, then looked at Yoryl. “Tell me if it needs more chilli.”
Yoryl raised an eyebrow, well aware of the swordsman’s normal aversion to anyone touching his dishes before they were served. Nevertheless, he had been offered this rare privilege, so he dipped one finger in the piping hot mixture then transferred it to his mouth. Oh yes, that was garlic alright. He could taste the flavour of the tomatoes and the rabbit that permeated the mixture as well. That was, until the full force of the chilli hit him head on.
“Ah!” He opened his mouth and fanned his tongue with one hand, sniffing as the vicious spice began to affect his nostrils. “Too much,” he spluttered.
Kurae gave a lopsided grin and stirred the boiling rice. “Perfect,” he murmured to himself.
Yoryl rolled his eyes and straightened. He scanned the campsite, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. “Do you want me to get the guys yet?”
“If you want. It should be done by the time they all get here.”
The blade archer grinned and cupped his hands to his mouth, taking a deep breath in. Before he could shout anything though, Kurae gripped his wrist firmly with a dry, callused hand. “Not like that. I’d rather do all we can not to be ambushed over dinner, if it’s all the same to you, rookie.”
Yoryl blinked, then shrugged off the swordsman’s rough grip. “Fair enough.” He dipped his finger once more into the stew, then darted off to find the rest of the Own.