There are some interesting tapestries up on Nanna's walls, most of them quite old, most of them whispering odd things about the origin of her people.
Ruffles is serving up warm tuber milk flavoured with lichen powder and rendered fat from the giant rodents. I like to imagine it tastes like a vaguely rank and greasy macha latte. Siya doesn't like it but always has a few sips to be polite (but only after Ruffles long ago assured her they only call it snail juice and it is, in fact, not).
Martin
2018-12-12 05:45:40 +0000 UTC