12-11-2024, 06:41 PM
Mara stumbled into the kitchen, lured by scents of food she could not identify, but her stomach was determined to find.
She was wearing a plain tshirt and shorts, both white, as that was the underclothes she was wearing when Nox helped her escape the Guardian. She hadn’t expected to find a group of people, but the scene wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Food hall was set up similarly in the institution. The notable exception was they were only allowed to eat with small spoons. Nobody could have a fork or knife, as that might lead to an instrument of violence.
She kind of just stood there, not sure what to do or where to go. So she slipped in, licking her lips and watching the adults, hoping one of them might leave some food on their plates so she could sample the mysterious foods.
She was wearing a plain tshirt and shorts, both white, as that was the underclothes she was wearing when Nox helped her escape the Guardian. She hadn’t expected to find a group of people, but the scene wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. Food hall was set up similarly in the institution. The notable exception was they were only allowed to eat with small spoons. Nobody could have a fork or knife, as that might lead to an instrument of violence.
She kind of just stood there, not sure what to do or where to go. So she slipped in, licking her lips and watching the adults, hoping one of them might leave some food on their plates so she could sample the mysterious foods.
"Come, mistress"