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Morning meal was beans and maize mashed and set to stew overnight. Some of the young women were frying up small squash as well.
When Lurcher came out to the hearth all heads turned to stare at her guests. Iros, bemusedly answering her children's questions about horses and other exciting subjects didn't notice. Turnspit, however, did.
He really is shy. Lurcher watched in amazement as Turnspit's cloud-pale skin flushed pink. Since he was only wearing a shirt – one belonging to Iros judging from its too long sleeves and borders dyed with images of thief birds and fanged horseheads – it was a fair spectacle.
One of the young women tittered, then another, but a third stood and offered the aughisky and his Dog flatbread wrapped around the bean mash. Tursnpit eyed it dubiously and then watched Iros eat his – messily, of course. Lurcher had seen aughisky devour everything from raw maize, cob and all, to half-rotten carcasses. There was nothing they would not eat, and very few of them were gracious about it.
Lurcher's children were delighted their guest needed to be taught something. They began to explain how to eat the flatbread, with wide gestures and much bouncing up and down. This led to a short shoving match as Honeythief expounded on the virtues of tomatoes while Thornjingle kept objecting that it was past the season for them. At least the baby was quiet, if shamelessly begging fried squash from the morning cooks.
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Morning meal was beans and maize mashed and set to stew overnight. Some of the young women were frying up small squash as well.
When Lurcher came out to the hearth all heads turned to stare at her guests. Iros, bemusedly answering her children's questions about horses and other exciting subjects didn't notice. Turnspit, however, did.
He really is shy. Lurcher watched in amazement as Turnspit's cloud-pale skin flushed pink. Since he was only wearing a shirt – one belonging to Iros judging from its too long sleeves and borders dyed with images of thief birds and fanged horseheads – it was a fair spectacle.
One of the young women tittered, then another, but a third stood and offered the aughisky and his Dog flatbread wrapped around the bean mash. Tursnpit eyed it dubiously and then watched Iros eat his – messily, of course. Lurcher had seen aughisky devour everything from raw maize, cob and all, to half-rotten carcasses. There was nothing they would not eat, and very few of them were gracious about it.
Lurcher's children were delighted their guest needed to be taught something. They began to explain how to eat the flatbread, with wide gestures and much bouncing up and down. This led to a short shoving match as Honeythief expounded on the virtues of tomatoes while Thornjingle kept objecting that it was past the season for them. At least the baby was quiet, if shamelessly begging fried squash from the morning cooks.
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