She was enjoying feeding the fox, cutting off little pieces here and there to toss to the creature and watch as he grew full. She couldn’t deny the interesting smell that came from the charred bits, how it smelled like chicken and reminded her of the vampiric gourds she had roasted with Melita just before the shift in seasons. How the gourds, despite their sharp teeth and feisty nature, had tasted sweet and delicious like pumpkins when they bit into them. Perhaps this creature was similar – a distracting outer bit with a wonderful inside.
It would certainly make finding food easier.
She continued to cut off bit by bit before she was left with the part that hadn’t been charred or cooked by her magic, and when she went to wipe the blade off in the grasses to her side, she had noticed that none of the mud or dirt from the worm had transferred. She could still almost feel it there, like an oily sheen, but to the eye it was completely clean. Just another bit of the glamour that intrigued her so far. She made a mental note to thank Frey somehow and someway for whatever it was they had gifted her.
But her head tilted to him as he began to whine, concern sparking in her eyes that perhaps the fox had been hurt in some way, perhaps too hungry to realize it. “Are you hurt?” She questioned before the silence wafted over them and she heard what sounded like a far off rumble. She stood immediately, her eyes scanning the area again. “Do you hear that?” She questioned to the fox, uncertain if he’d acknowledge her question. But animals here had been strange, especially the Luxere, vampiric gourds, and these worms. And if a bird had listened to her instructions before, who’s to say this fox wouldn’t either?
It would certainly make finding food easier.
She continued to cut off bit by bit before she was left with the part that hadn’t been charred or cooked by her magic, and when she went to wipe the blade off in the grasses to her side, she had noticed that none of the mud or dirt from the worm had transferred. She could still almost feel it there, like an oily sheen, but to the eye it was completely clean. Just another bit of the glamour that intrigued her so far. She made a mental note to thank Frey somehow and someway for whatever it was they had gifted her.
But her head tilted to him as he began to whine, concern sparking in her eyes that perhaps the fox had been hurt in some way, perhaps too hungry to realize it. “Are you hurt?” She questioned before the silence wafted over them and she heard what sounded like a far off rumble. She stood immediately, her eyes scanning the area again. “Do you hear that?” She questioned to the fox, uncertain if he’d acknowledge her question. But animals here had been strange, especially the Luxere, vampiric gourds, and these worms. And if a bird had listened to her instructions before, who’s to say this fox wouldn’t either?
