Faelyn looked.
Her stomach dropped.
Roasted meat.
Perfect golden-brown. Glistening. On a stick floating over nothing. The SMELL hit her.
Rich. Savory. Incredible.
Her mouth watered.
Her stomach GROWLED.
When had she last eaten? Really eaten?
The white orb zoomed forward, then back to the meat, then forward again.
Squeak squeak squeak!
Like it was trying to lead her there.
The black and gold ones bounced excitedly.
Squeak! Squeak squeak!
"You want me to eat?"
SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK!
All three bobbed enthusiastically.
Faelyn walked over.
The smell got stronger. Her stomach cramped. Not dull hunger. Sharp NEED.
She grabbed the stick.
Still warm.
Pulled off a piece.
Put it in her mouth.
"Oh—"
Her eyes closed.
"Oh my god."
The flavor EXPLODED.
Better than anything. Better than her cooking. Better than the feast. Better than EVERYTHING.
Perfectly seasoned. Tender. Juicy. Crispy outside, melting inside.
She pulled off another piece.
Bit into it.
"Mmmmm."
