Evie
gender nectar sifting
Ah, another Safrin follower then. Evie seems to draw them to her in droves. Amalia, Deimos, Seren herself, now Hadama. Though the stars have never drawn her, Evie respects the goddess on principal alone. Her loved ones wouldn’t follow her without reason after all. “Perhaps that will help. Regardless of her answer, you’ll have more information to form your opinion.” Which was sometimes all they could ask themselves with in these scenarios.
As each dish is revealed, Evie’s own excitement and intrigue grow to match Hadama’s, only marginally less reserved. She doesn’t even know where to start, and as such is grateful when Hadama takes the choice from her hands by expertly adorning the food with some sort of sauce and handing it to her. Taking it eagerly, Evie trades him a long piece of jerky. Caribou, to start, as she’d made sure to bring a few kinds. “This is caribou jerky. Salted and seasoned, then dried until all the water has left the meat. It’s very chewy.” Now, both with food to contend with, Evie bites into her strange sandwich. The sauce is the first to hit her taste buds, and it’s absolutely delightful, lingering long enough to blend with the salt of the kelp and the soft flesh of the fish. She moans appreciatively (belatedly hoping that wasn’t an insult in his culture) and doesn’t even bother hurrying for the sake of commentary. Lingering on the bite until she could no longer. “Oh wow, the sauce is incredible! I’ve never had such good fish either, the Grounds had nowhere to do it growing up.” Which means she’s rarely ever had it in her diet.
As each dish is revealed, Evie’s own excitement and intrigue grow to match Hadama’s, only marginally less reserved. She doesn’t even know where to start, and as such is grateful when Hadama takes the choice from her hands by expertly adorning the food with some sort of sauce and handing it to her. Taking it eagerly, Evie trades him a long piece of jerky. Caribou, to start, as she’d made sure to bring a few kinds. “This is caribou jerky. Salted and seasoned, then dried until all the water has left the meat. It’s very chewy.” Now, both with food to contend with, Evie bites into her strange sandwich. The sauce is the first to hit her taste buds, and it’s absolutely delightful, lingering long enough to blend with the salt of the kelp and the soft flesh of the fish. She moans appreciatively (belatedly hoping that wasn’t an insult in his culture) and doesn’t even bother hurrying for the sake of commentary. Lingering on the bite until she could no longer. “Oh wow, the sauce is incredible! I’ve never had such good fish either, the Grounds had nowhere to do it growing up.” Which means she’s rarely ever had it in her diet.
Through the grain of gold tripping
