Post by Marrow on Dec 28, 2022 20:10:16 GMT -5
There were no video games, TV channels, or smokes, the food was all bland vegetables, and she didn't even have a task to take her mind off her doldrums. Marrow nestled under the shade of a white-trunked Ajisa tree, back leaning against it, hands sifting idly through soft blue grass. The Namekians, despite everything, were receptive of her when it was clear Marrow (for the moment) meant them no harm. It was baffling. Her experiences in a favela within a tightly packed multicultural city taught division and suspicion. This quaint village, a stone's throw from the oddly oppressive shrine to Porunga, confused her.
For two days and one night, she'd wandered among them. Vegetables were the primary source of sustenance. Moreso pleasure for the Namekians, given they only needed water. Her taste buds had never felt so 'natural' until having a course of two salads with fruit as dessert and green mineral water to wash it all down. At some point, she helped set the stakes for another hut to be built, driving them into the ground effortlessly as children and warriors alike watched on in amazement. It all felt so pointless. She had no reason to harm the villagers, they were safe, but Marrow suffered.
How could Erebos stand it? The monotony, the food... where he had even acquired meat for his stew when most of the planet lived strictly vegan diets? Marrow's nose wrinkled, eyes staring out across a tranquil pond. It was almost time for dinner. Not that it looked like it, with the permanent midday sunshine brought about by the tri-stars. She half-considered skipping the meal to go and catch herself something else in the wild, but cooking was far beyond Marrow's area of expertise.
For two days and one night, she'd wandered among them. Vegetables were the primary source of sustenance. Moreso pleasure for the Namekians, given they only needed water. Her taste buds had never felt so 'natural' until having a course of two salads with fruit as dessert and green mineral water to wash it all down. At some point, she helped set the stakes for another hut to be built, driving them into the ground effortlessly as children and warriors alike watched on in amazement. It all felt so pointless. She had no reason to harm the villagers, they were safe, but Marrow suffered.
How could Erebos stand it? The monotony, the food... where he had even acquired meat for his stew when most of the planet lived strictly vegan diets? Marrow's nose wrinkled, eyes staring out across a tranquil pond. It was almost time for dinner. Not that it looked like it, with the permanent midday sunshine brought about by the tri-stars. She half-considered skipping the meal to go and catch herself something else in the wild, but cooking was far beyond Marrow's area of expertise.
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