12-11-2014, 04:04 AM
Aster paid the singing nor the words of th Dark Elf any mind, the male far too caught up into his own business to truly pay attention to them. Even then, it was nothing he had not heard from before. The trained human could sing their songs in thee language if they so desired. He took a ladle to pull a lentil out, testing to see if the small beans were truly ready for eating. He applied some smaller leaves to add a bit more kick to the soup before announcing it was ready.
"Care to help me, sleepy head?" He merely mused to the now awakening Phoekin. With a wave of his hand, the ground beneath them began to sprout leaves and twigs together, crafting makeshift bowls to which they would decompose into the ground naturally when they were done.
"Care to help me, sleepy head?" He merely mused to the now awakening Phoekin. With a wave of his hand, the ground beneath them began to sprout leaves and twigs together, crafting makeshift bowls to which they would decompose into the ground naturally when they were done.