10/17/2025, 8:54 PM
Gekirin tore off his portion of the meal, and Choumi went for the soft underbelly. It was strange still to only consume sustenance like this; the wolf within her thrilled at the hunt, but the woman longed for the variety of freshly baked breads, for the sweet tartness of a ripe mango. Although she couldn't have gotten her hands on either of those with particular ease even before she'd been magicked to this world.
Gekirin held up his end of their conversation, if it could be called that, asking if he'd earned his way to a name.
Midge barked out a laugh. It was not unkind, or meant to be. She could empathize with the man's frustration with her silence.
Her voice had not been her own for a very long time.
She measured her response, then shook her head lightly. Better to simply deny him than get his hopes up.
