"…"
Runes flickered across the burning ivory flames that heated the large pot hanging overhead, bringing its heat down to a minimum.
Not far away, Uriel sat on a stump he used as a chair, groaning as he got comfortable, two wooden bowls in his hands as he did so.
"Hey buddy, it's time to eat." He gently called.
Elowen stirred from her sleep, then vanished in a cloud of dark smoke, only to reappear emerging from the ground, facing him and looking at the bowls he held.
"Doesn't look very appetising."
The bowls were filled with what looked to be a thick tomato-based soup, filled with veggies and meats of all kinds, thick and rich, with a slight swirl of what she could only assume to be cream.
Along the bowl's edges, half dipped into the soup, garlic toasted croutons were laid.
"Enough with this endless sourness, you haven't even tried it." Uriel frowned as he handed her a bowl. "Why the hell am I talking like Mother Ann…"
