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You decide to split the peach with Astra, to help give the poor elf a bit of a leg up. The woman had been a maid cleaning up after goblins for so long, you doubt that she retained many of her adventuring skills. Elves have powerful memories that can span back centuries, but two centuries out of practice is two centuries out of practice. She could use the power boost more than you can.
Fruits like these, which overflow with magical power, are best consumed raw and unprocessed.
So other than a quick chop with a prana-sheathed hand to split it in two, you don't cook it up. It has a juicy red center that smells of strawberries and lime, though its taste is closer to something that resembles a lemon sweetened with honey. You finish yours in a few bites, feeling your strength expand ever so slightly, the power collected building on your own and providing gains that are not quite marginal, but certainly are not <span class="mu-i">major</span>.
Astra on the other hand... her pupils dilate the moment she takes her first bite, and once she finishes the last bite of the fruit her expression changes. It reminds you of the time you meditated with your pet kitten, when you were just a wee little thing. When you opened the tomcat's senses to the greater universe, allowed it to behold the cosmos-in-full as you could for the first time... that is the expression on Astra's face right now.
"Wow... unreal. My gosh, I feel amazing... this is <span class="mu-i">incredible</span>!" Astra says, her voice becoming more and more impassioned as she goes on. You can see her aura flare about her, the breath of the world that courses through her blood take on the burning color of crimson. Still trying to get used to her newfound strength, her body clenches and she curls into a low, squatting stance. "Yes, yes, yes, YES! I can win! I feel great! I. Can. Do. THIS! RAAAAAAAAA-"
You give her a gentle, calming boop on her noggin before her newfound strength overwhelms her.
"Uwa~!" she gives only a gentle complaint at the bonk.
"Don't let your newfound strength overwhelm you," you warn her. "Otherwise you'll end up flailing around like an infant just learned how to throw a rattle through a door."
Astra stares at you, still rubbing her forehead. "So don't lose my rattles, got it."
"Also don't break any doors," you remind her. That's the more important part. You could hop out of the crib and toddle over to get any lost rattles without bothering anyone easily, but the doors... "Father was always wroth when I did that. Even when he changed them out for iron... it became a game, you see, to see if I could dent them with a rattle or a doll. It was one of the easiest ways to get his attention when I was babe, and... forgive me, I'm rambling.
<span class="mu-s">Astra is just staring at you, so you need to figure out the next move. Namely, finding the exit after you camp for the evening.</span>
>To the lake!
>To goblin town!
>Back to the cliffs!
>Onward, to new and more exciting cliffs!
