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- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
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- On fairly regularly, every day. I'll notice a PM almost immediately. Replies come randomly.
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- High fantasy is my personal favorite, followed closely by modern fantasy and post-apocalyptic, but I can happily play in any genre if the plot is good enough.
Persika was perfectly content to remain silent as Talia set about cooking the mushrooms. It had been a long time, long enough for her to lose count, since she'd shared an evening with another person. She was the Chosen of the God of Mushrooms, and spent most of her time alone in the wilderness. When she did find herself in human civilization, like when she'd been working on the mushroom farm, she kept herself at a distance from the other workers. She wasn't there to make friends.
Instead, she watched the mushrooms slowly cooking by the fire, their edges curling in slightly under the heat, occasional drops of moisture vanishing into a small cloud of steam whenever they touched the hot stone. The mushrooms would normally take a lot less time to cook than the fish, but Persika cooked them carefully, almost delicately, distributing the heat from the stone evenly across them. In the process, she incidentally ended up timing their cooking with Talia's efforts on the fish.
When not paying attention to the mushrooms, Persika watched the fire, listening to the crackle of the burning wood that blended with the faint sound of wind through the treetops. It was a very peaceful, familiar sound to the girl, something that had accompanied her for most evenings of her memorable life.
Quietly distracted by these simple tasks, Persika was taken by surprise when she suddenly noticed Talia presenting one of the fish to her. She took the plate, somewhat bewildered. The way Talia had treated her so far, Persika had been convinced that the other woman wouldn't go out of her way to feed her, especially for something she'd gone through effort to catch. It hadn't really bothered Persika, she had survived most of her life on little more than the mushrooms grown by her power. All the same, Persika accepted the fish, carefully pinching off a piece of flesh with her fingers and trying not to burn herself in the process.
She only made it through a couple bites, pausing to cool her fingers in between each piece, before Talia managed to catch her by surprise again. Persika glanced up from her plate, unable to conceal her surprise at Talia's question this time. However, a moment later, she dropped her eyes again.
"Years now," she replied, a small smile appearing on her face as she thought about her time with Madach. "Eight or nine, I think. I haven't exactly kept track. But I'll stay his as long as he'll have me."
Persika's eyes strayed from the mushrooms on her plate, across the fire to the faintly glowing ring that surrounded them. "Mushrooms are the most amazing things in the world. I couldn't imagine wanting to devote my life to anything else."
Instead, she watched the mushrooms slowly cooking by the fire, their edges curling in slightly under the heat, occasional drops of moisture vanishing into a small cloud of steam whenever they touched the hot stone. The mushrooms would normally take a lot less time to cook than the fish, but Persika cooked them carefully, almost delicately, distributing the heat from the stone evenly across them. In the process, she incidentally ended up timing their cooking with Talia's efforts on the fish.
When not paying attention to the mushrooms, Persika watched the fire, listening to the crackle of the burning wood that blended with the faint sound of wind through the treetops. It was a very peaceful, familiar sound to the girl, something that had accompanied her for most evenings of her memorable life.
Quietly distracted by these simple tasks, Persika was taken by surprise when she suddenly noticed Talia presenting one of the fish to her. She took the plate, somewhat bewildered. The way Talia had treated her so far, Persika had been convinced that the other woman wouldn't go out of her way to feed her, especially for something she'd gone through effort to catch. It hadn't really bothered Persika, she had survived most of her life on little more than the mushrooms grown by her power. All the same, Persika accepted the fish, carefully pinching off a piece of flesh with her fingers and trying not to burn herself in the process.
She only made it through a couple bites, pausing to cool her fingers in between each piece, before Talia managed to catch her by surprise again. Persika glanced up from her plate, unable to conceal her surprise at Talia's question this time. However, a moment later, she dropped her eyes again.
"Years now," she replied, a small smile appearing on her face as she thought about her time with Madach. "Eight or nine, I think. I haven't exactly kept track. But I'll stay his as long as he'll have me."
Persika's eyes strayed from the mushrooms on her plate, across the fire to the faintly glowing ring that surrounded them. "Mushrooms are the most amazing things in the world. I couldn't imagine wanting to devote my life to anything else."