"Thank you," she says, accepting the food. Not just for what the food is, but for what it's not.
Rae is very grateful it's not roast rabbit. The mushrooms and vegetables aren't that bad, actually. Just a touch of the garlic wouldn't have hurt, but that's her personal tastes.
The flickering of the firelight messes with her Dark Sight, but she has managed with worse. She can still see the stars beyond the glimmering tree-shadows.
"The stars here really are different from those back home," Rae murmurs, failing to find constellations she can recognize.
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Date: 2013-01-15 07:15 am (UTC)From:Rae is very grateful it's not roast rabbit. The mushrooms and vegetables aren't that bad, actually. Just a touch of the garlic wouldn't have hurt, but that's her personal tastes.
The flickering of the firelight messes with her Dark Sight, but she has managed with worse. She can still see the stars beyond the glimmering tree-shadows.
"The stars here really are different from those back home," Rae murmurs, failing to find constellations she can recognize.