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so,” she whispered, almost as if imparting a secret. “I was trying to make iron stew, a mountain staple. But I… The broth tastes funny.”
Gavenas hurried over to the broth and glared down into the pot with its contents simmering nicely. There were hunks of meat and vegetables floating within a thick, brown stock, herbs…and mushrooms. The fungi were what drew Gavenas’s attention right away with their white stems and pinkish tops. Blinking back his disbelief, he turned to face Shoraya’s narrowed gaze suspiciously directed at the pot. “You added these pink mushrooms?”
She gave one nod only before she rolled her head back as if the exertion of that sole movement was too exhausting for her.
It probably was, Gavenas realized as he discerned her inebriated state for what it was. He failed to keep the laughter from his voice. “These are pixie mushrooms, Shoraya. They are not for cooking.”
“I just wanted to make you dinner for a change, and they looked like pebble shrooms, and I thought they tasted really firm and meaty, and—are they poisonous?” she asked suddenly with a look of shock.
Gavenas moved to sit at her side, his sides aching from containing the full roar of laughter he didn’t release. Reaching into the folds of his robe, he found the stays that connected his flask and undid them. “They are not, but, well…have some water.” He offered the water skin to Shoraya.
She batted a hand weakly in his direction before snatching the skin from him. Instead of drinking, however, she laid the container upon her thigh. “I don’t want water. I wanted to make you a meal. You make me food all the time, and I sit like a pampered cave cat, getting fat and lazy on milk. Which is not bad, but I wasn’t raised that way,” she insisted vehemently. “I mean, I don’t mind having my belly rubbed, or my pussy—because you are such a masterful lover. I don’t think I’m bad in the sack either, but a woman should be able to take some care of her male’s belly, and I can do that too!”
The meaning of her words struck Gavenas with a sudden fever. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry tears of joy. While her words had to spring from the mushrooms’ capacity to lower inhibitions, the heat of pride was searing his emotions to ash. She thought of him as her male. She wanted to take care of him. Her confession was the mirror of his own, and her determination…it was all in the sincerity of her pout as she looked toward him.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her close. With her head upon his chest, she wouldn’t be able to see the war of emotions coursing through his features that he was certain that he could not hide. “Of course you can. You just need to be familiarized with my larder, with my stores, is all.”
She agreed before going silent.
Gavenas thought that she may have drifted off to sleep after several minutes passed with her lax against him, but then she stirred, pulling away from his embrace and swiftly springing up.
Shocked by the swiftness of her movements, Gavenas found himself staring up at a woman swaying upon her feet.
Shoraya waggled a finger at no one in particular before doing a slow scan of the den. “This is all a little weird. You know some of those vines are alive, I think. I tried to grab one vial, and this one vine slapped me. I got the point and left it alone.”
He wanted to reach up and bring her back down to the floor, skeptical of her equilibrium and missing her warmth in his arms already. “It was enchanted to protect something poisonous. It is my fault; I should have shown you, explained to you my various ingredients.”
She balled her hands into fists and placed them upon her hips. With a furrowed brow that failed to convey real anger, she replied, “You should have. I arranged your rocks from your gems from your minerals. I explained those to you. I even helped you with your salts… Hmph.” She leaned down and snatched the ladle off the
Gavenas hurried over to the broth and glared down into the pot with its contents simmering nicely. There were hunks of meat and vegetables floating within a thick, brown stock, herbs…and mushrooms. The fungi were what drew Gavenas’s attention right away with their white stems and pinkish tops. Blinking back his disbelief, he turned to face Shoraya’s narrowed gaze suspiciously directed at the pot. “You added these pink mushrooms?”
She gave one nod only before she rolled her head back as if the exertion of that sole movement was too exhausting for her.
It probably was, Gavenas realized as he discerned her inebriated state for what it was. He failed to keep the laughter from his voice. “These are pixie mushrooms, Shoraya. They are not for cooking.”
“I just wanted to make you dinner for a change, and they looked like pebble shrooms, and I thought they tasted really firm and meaty, and—are they poisonous?” she asked suddenly with a look of shock.
Gavenas moved to sit at her side, his sides aching from containing the full roar of laughter he didn’t release. Reaching into the folds of his robe, he found the stays that connected his flask and undid them. “They are not, but, well…have some water.” He offered the water skin to Shoraya.
She batted a hand weakly in his direction before snatching the skin from him. Instead of drinking, however, she laid the container upon her thigh. “I don’t want water. I wanted to make you a meal. You make me food all the time, and I sit like a pampered cave cat, getting fat and lazy on milk. Which is not bad, but I wasn’t raised that way,” she insisted vehemently. “I mean, I don’t mind having my belly rubbed, or my pussy—because you are such a masterful lover. I don’t think I’m bad in the sack either, but a woman should be able to take some care of her male’s belly, and I can do that too!”
The meaning of her words struck Gavenas with a sudden fever. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry tears of joy. While her words had to spring from the mushrooms’ capacity to lower inhibitions, the heat of pride was searing his emotions to ash. She thought of him as her male. She wanted to take care of him. Her confession was the mirror of his own, and her determination…it was all in the sincerity of her pout as she looked toward him.
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her close. With her head upon his chest, she wouldn’t be able to see the war of emotions coursing through his features that he was certain that he could not hide. “Of course you can. You just need to be familiarized with my larder, with my stores, is all.”
She agreed before going silent.
Gavenas thought that she may have drifted off to sleep after several minutes passed with her lax against him, but then she stirred, pulling away from his embrace and swiftly springing up.
Shocked by the swiftness of her movements, Gavenas found himself staring up at a woman swaying upon her feet.
Shoraya waggled a finger at no one in particular before doing a slow scan of the den. “This is all a little weird. You know some of those vines are alive, I think. I tried to grab one vial, and this one vine slapped me. I got the point and left it alone.”
He wanted to reach up and bring her back down to the floor, skeptical of her equilibrium and missing her warmth in his arms already. “It was enchanted to protect something poisonous. It is my fault; I should have shown you, explained to you my various ingredients.”
She balled her hands into fists and placed them upon her hips. With a furrowed brow that failed to convey real anger, she replied, “You should have. I arranged your rocks from your gems from your minerals. I explained those to you. I even helped you with your salts… Hmph.” She leaned down and snatched the ladle off the
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