>>5270616>>5270644>>5270706>>5270723>>5270754>>5270786>>5270837>>5270840>>5270856>>5270927>>5270943>>5270961>>5270990>>5271043>>5271187>>5271497"I know!" Ilanis rubs her palms together. It must be a favorite gesture of hers. "Why don't you stay for breakfast?" To act lackadaisical when you are only just finding your feet seemed foolish. Not that your body agreed with your level-headed assessment. The prospect of 'real' food was so alluring as to dominate your throughts. At the least, you reason, it would be good to chat with a local. You are a fish out of water, and your cover will not last if you failed to integrate into this entirely foreign society.
"All right. I think-" Before you can offer a proper answer, the girl hurries off, calling out to you from down the hall as she does so. "Great! I'll get everything ready. It should only take a few minutes!" If you understood the situation correctly, asking you to have a meal with her was merely a formality. She had intended to feed you either way.
Conducting a quick inspection of your equipment, you note that your sword is becoming a bit dull. Each individual piece of Ilythiiri equipment is a masterpiece, but even the most masterfully crafted weapon cannot last forever. Not without magic, that is. It should suffice for a time, but you'll have to maintain or replace it eventually. Now armed and armored, you join Ilanis in her homely kitchen, seating yourself at a round table at its center. Fanciful as the Dreaming Dragon may appear, her personal quarters are rather modest by comparison.
She sets two bowls of... more <span class="mu-i">something</span> down, one for each of you, and pulls up a chair. There is an anxious silence as the two of you look at one another. Nearly a minute goes by before she points a wooden spoon at you in an accusatory fashion. "You don't talk much, do you?" So Direct.
"No," you offer curtly. It was partially true. Despite being capable of surprising eloquence in your first language, the best you could manage in the Rivvil tongue was to hold a transactionary conversation. Scooping your first sample of another new experience into your mouth, the best descriptor you can assign to it is 'warm and sweet, but also tart.' "How about we introduce ourselves first? My name's Ilanis Lathalas. What's yours?" That, you could answer with ease.
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