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Look, Listen, Understand - Cayenne - Oct 09 2015 She wandered away from her mother, quietly, cautiously, her blooming, childish emotions in a turmoil. She was....upset. She was upset that she was upset - She didn't want to be upset at all. What was that the sister said? That her doubt would consume her? She sat down in the warm dirt, frowning at it, then felt it with both of her weird, wrong paws. She started digging and digging, moving the dirt that felt alive to her, till she got to a small root. What was this? She dug it out of the ground, ripped it up, and looked at it. She had the sudden urge to eat it, figure out what it did. Surely there would be something she could find to cure her mother of whatever ailed her. She didn't know what anything around her could do....but she could find out. She bit into it, and it was both hard to eat and sort of rubbery at the same time, since it was the end of the root and still young. It tasted incredibly bitter and tough, and she bit a chink and spit it right out, but as she did so, she felt warm all over, a flash of warmth coming and leaving her body as soon as it arrived. She took another bite, chewing slowly, allowing herself to ignore the bitterness, and her body became warmer and warmer, like a furnace. Eventually she realized that if she stopped chewing the piece of root and just kept it under the tongue, it sent a very pleasant heat through her, and she smiled. This was a good start. @Booker RE: Look, Listen, Understand - Booker - Oct 10 2015
@Cayenne RE: Look, Listen, Understand - Cayenne - Oct 10 2015 Her wide eyes snapped to the creature that half-ran to her, shaking their little paws, telling her not to eat the root. She tilted her head and frowned, spitting out the piece of root under her tongue, feeling the pleasant warmth ebb away. "It....ma-makes...me warm." She said slowly, in a young, raspy voice, like cobwebs. Though, to be fair, such a defense seemed flimsy. Surely this older creature knew better - maybe it would have a bad effect later, when it settled in her stomach. She just didn't know, and had too much fun trying to figure it out. Then her focus shifted to the cup-thing they---he---held, and moved towards it, picking up one thing versus another. "What...are th-these? What.....do the-they do?" She recognized a few things she had seen on her very short travels for the few days she'd been awake, but she hadn't tried everything. The things inside looked yummy, to be quite honest. Herbs and berries. What were they for? She looked up at him, her big brown eyes unblinking, unendingly curious. @Booker |