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She took a deep breath, trying to make it grow more.
"Sure, Ms. Rohesia. I'd love to."
"Oh, yes. For some reason, Elias provided me with taste receptors. I cannot digest, but I can taste."
"Ugly," he said, setting it back down.
She paused and tried to continue the growth of ice with one hand, trying to make a plant push its way through with the other.
"That you did..."
He looked up at her. "What do you mean?"
Rowan was holding a small glass bird, inspecting it skeptically.
She tilted her head slightly, focusing more.
He glanced over his shoulder for a moment. "I wouldn't want to impose."
He tore off a small piece of her griddlecakes and began to nibble on it.
(okay!)
She raised an eyebrow skeptically, but closed her eyes and placed her hands on the ground.
He shrugged slightly. "She was very complimentary, but... I don't know."
Mo came out of her den, climbing up to the table. "Morning, Aspen," he said tiredly.
(Where tho?)
She nodded, sitting down on the ground. "How do I do ice?"
He hesitated, but nodded. "She did, I think. I get the impression that her words don't always match her true intentions."
His back was to her, but he was humming as he worked. His hair caught in the sunlight, making it almost look like gold.
(Where to?)
