Post by Saerfall on Aug 20, 2019 16:14:13 GMT -5
"CAREFUL, TAL!" cried Lunairas as Talia awkwardly floated over to him with a small, sharp stick held gently inbetween her tailbones. He snatched the makeshift knife away from her, without any thanks, with the end of his tail, the purplefurred tip coiling tightly around it and bringing it close to a Bleeding heart fruit he held in one of his clawed hands, the other pawhand busily stirring with another stick-tool at a small, slightly glowing, pastepile of minty-blue and white mossmixture that rested on a chromillia leaf plate. Talia levitated a bit higher so she could get a better view of Las as he stood at the huge slablike piece of rock they used as a prep table, and prepared yet another one of his fancy dishes. She desperately wished she could try one; they always smelled and looked delicious, and the sides of her closedup smile drooped into a frown for just a moment... Wedging the stick-knife into the top of the fruit, Las twisted it around, carving off and out the top part of the shell of the fruit and removing the stem, leaving only the bottom shell part of the fruit, shaped vaguely like a cone, and filled with sweet juice. The sticky substance the color of whatever random blobling he had convinced to gather them, spilled out onto his claws a bit, and he carefully held it away from the tableslab, letting the spare juice drop to the moss on the ground.
"Tal." he demanded, waving her closer with a wing, at which Talia quickly moved closer, watching him eagerly for a command, her sewed-smile plastered back on her blobby face. "Glowgrapes. A whole vine." he snapped, carving out another cone from another Bleeding heart fruit, so Talia zoomed away into her cave nearby, coming back out a moment later with a seemingly fresh, dripping Glowgrape vine held in her bony tails.
"Good." Las nodded as Talia placed the vine gently on the slab next to his paste mixture. Scooping up a spoon of the mint paste, Las filled the fruit-juice-cone almost to the top, then popped a Glowgrape off the vine and stuck it carefully on top of the paste. "Yes... Good." he repeated.
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