WESSEX
Her hands work fast, handling the dripping, greasy sections with practiced ease and wrapping them up well in the parchment paper. “Eh, I’ll. Might come in handy later.” For bartering or keeping someone else warm, or perhaps, once they know the truth of it, it might come in handy to keep a certain Ludo demigod out. Who knows.
She makes no move to take the Knowtbook back, what with her hands being covered in racoon juices. But even after she dunks them in water, the demigod, who is a bit protective of that book, leaves it in Jata’s possession and returns to their finished product. “Think that’s it then.” For the cooking and bringing the Archon up to date. “Thanks for the help.” All they’ll need to do is finish cleaning up - the second raccoon can wait, or perhaps she’s going to deliver it to a family on the Outskirts of the Grounds, like she used to do way back when.
{Fin}
She makes no move to take the Knowtbook back, what with her hands being covered in racoon juices. But even after she dunks them in water, the demigod, who is a bit protective of that book, leaves it in Jata’s possession and returns to their finished product. “Think that’s it then.” For the cooking and bringing the Archon up to date. “Thanks for the help.” All they’ll need to do is finish cleaning up - the second raccoon can wait, or perhaps she’s going to deliver it to a family on the Outskirts of the Grounds, like she used to do way back when.
{Fin}
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
