It isn't meant to be. [ Welcoming, that is. Not for outsiders. This place was never meant to receive visitors at all. It only does so here, in the Horizon, because it isn't real. And because he does miss home. Part of him is aware he's built it in part out of sentimentality, even if he won't ever say it.
He reaches for the bowl, peering at it. He does not, in all honesty, know why she has handed him two wooden sticks, even if he gathers they're meant to pair with the spoon as a utensil. Removing the lid reveals a steaming broth. He can smell it, rich and spiced, but he can't place everything that's actually in it. Ramen, she says. He lifts an eyebrow. Sniffs the bowl. Then he glances down at the wolf, who's already muzzle-deep in the soup, chewing on the meat. Not a picky eater.
Incidentally, neither is he. He dips his spoon in without much hesitation and scoops up some of the chicken and. Sprouts? Not any sort he's encountered before. He consumes it all anyway. There's only the smallest frown as he decides how to go about the long noodles before using his fingers to help them onto the spoon. If he sees how she's making use of the sticks, he does not appear inclined to mimic her even if he's watching in curiosity, at ease with simply eating the way he knows.
It's good. The soup. Unusual, but good. ]
Is that where your kind are? [ He recalls Estinien mentioned something of the sort. ]
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He reaches for the bowl, peering at it. He does not, in all honesty, know why she has handed him two wooden sticks, even if he gathers they're meant to pair with the spoon as a utensil. Removing the lid reveals a steaming broth. He can smell it, rich and spiced, but he can't place everything that's actually in it. Ramen, she says. He lifts an eyebrow. Sniffs the bowl. Then he glances down at the wolf, who's already muzzle-deep in the soup, chewing on the meat. Not a picky eater.
Incidentally, neither is he. He dips his spoon in without much hesitation and scoops up some of the chicken and. Sprouts? Not any sort he's encountered before. He consumes it all anyway. There's only the smallest frown as he decides how to go about the long noodles before using his fingers to help them onto the spoon. If he sees how she's making use of the sticks, he does not appear inclined to mimic her even if he's watching in curiosity, at ease with simply eating the way he knows.
It's good. The soup. Unusual, but good. ]
Is that where your kind are? [ He recalls Estinien mentioned something of the sort. ]