It was the middle of the night, moonless as it had been for so many countless cycles. I remember when there once was a moon, it was the prettiest thing in the dark sky. Those days were long gone, however. Now, there weren’t even stars, just a dull glow from the shell above us. It
I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I feel so energized and full! It’s been ages since I last felt as nice. Surely Food and Food Source are safe. They tell me to use their names, but they are so hard to remember. Mika and Tristain? So complicated. Food just makes so much
“Che. Ow, ow ow.” I watched Tristain rub his crimson cheek with his good hand and stood up uneasily, trying not to jostle his injuries. He walked over to the Lillia Tree, and stroked one of her branches. He felt the bark’s smooth texture, with his fingers, evaluating it, before commenting. “Huh. Odd.”
“Food, I need to rest now. When Tristain wakes, have him give me more ice.” Lilia yawned, and walked over to a small spot where dappled light shone through the trees. She smiled at me, thrusted an arm and a leg into the air, balancing on one foot. Her skin slowly unwrapped into leaflets,
One of Tristain’s arms was mix of colors: a deep blue, black, and purple. He also had a decent sized bump on the back side of his head. Lilia frowned at her missing arm, but it was slowly growing back. Her other arm had been missing a hand, but that had already regrown. Her feet
We continued our march shortly after that incident. I gently touched my sore neck. It hurt to talk, actually, it hurt to do anything that involved my throat. Specifically, after Tristain cooked up some more bear meat for food, ‘breakfast’ as he called it, I found it also hurt to swallow. The only thing
I wasn’t particularly tired anymore. The threat of being eating by this strange woman that Tristain called “A Dryad” was causing my heartbeat to pound in my ears. Not sleeping during the darkness was hardly an issue anymore. Tristain, after all, had pushed my endurance to the limits at the enclave when he first
Although she said she would wait, she continued to harass us while standing at the edge of the fur laid out. “I’m soooo hungry though, can’t you come over here and give me something to eat?” “Not that I was going to sleep with you standing there, but it looks like we won’t
After drying the fur, and scraping off any remaining bits of meat, I started feeling odd and my mouth became very dry. Then, for the second time in a very short while, Tristain surprised me. “Here, suck on this.” I blinked for a few seconds, not really understanding what he was talking
I had never eaten anything other than the tree’s fruits before, but I must admit, the meat of this bear, when cooked over a fire (how did he make that?! I didn’t even see what he did…), was delicious, but dry. Tristain had some odd words about it himself, something about “giving up vegetarianism.”