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"Wheat?" he asked, again surprised. He realized he really ought to stop being surprised, but everytime she opened her mouth and said something, or asked a question, the oddness of it always caught him off guards. "it's… it's a plant… and it's used to make bread and pasta. Do you have bread here?" he supposed not. If they lived in a rainforest like climate, the wheat probably didn't grow well in their soil. It was too hot, too rainy for it to take. When she extended him an orange, his stomach immediately panged with hunger and he took it from her hungrily, hastily making out a 'thank you!' as he began to peel away at the rind. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until she bought the fruit out, though he couldn't remember the last time he had eaten… one day? Two?
His stomach grumbled and he squirmed, peeling back the rest of the orange peel before breaking the fruit into its little sections and popping the first into his mouth with gusto. The sweet tanginess hit his palate and he released a 'mmm'ing purr of satisfaction. It didn't take him but a few seconds to wolf down the entire thing. The orange did little to quench his immense hunger, but it simmered the stabbing pain in his stomach down to a dull ache. The rest did end up feeling nice though. His aching muscles finally had a chance to relax and he had an opportunity to look down at himself properly.
His clothes were a little tattered and fraying at the edges. A jagged cut had been opened up on his forearm, opposite arm of where Rani had cut him. His knuckles were abused, too, bruised and bloody. Meanwhile, bruises—dark blue and black, licked up his arms. He could only imagine the bruising patterned all across his body from being tossed around by the water so violently. The exhaustion was real, too. Now that the adrenaline of his situation was beginning to wear off, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Moving his limbs felt more like a compromise than a demand, and he recalled they were only about half way to where they needed to be.
That thought made him queasy.
"Should we keep going? It's going to be dark soon." The sun was setting quickly. The fiery red eye of sun was slowly sinking below the horizon and threads of the last light lingered, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue… it wouldn't be long before the last of the colour bled out into a chalky mauve and eventually blackness.
His stomach grumbled and he squirmed, peeling back the rest of the orange peel before breaking the fruit into its little sections and popping the first into his mouth with gusto. The sweet tanginess hit his palate and he released a 'mmm'ing purr of satisfaction. It didn't take him but a few seconds to wolf down the entire thing. The orange did little to quench his immense hunger, but it simmered the stabbing pain in his stomach down to a dull ache. The rest did end up feeling nice though. His aching muscles finally had a chance to relax and he had an opportunity to look down at himself properly.
His clothes were a little tattered and fraying at the edges. A jagged cut had been opened up on his forearm, opposite arm of where Rani had cut him. His knuckles were abused, too, bruised and bloody. Meanwhile, bruises—dark blue and black, licked up his arms. He could only imagine the bruising patterned all across his body from being tossed around by the water so violently. The exhaustion was real, too. Now that the adrenaline of his situation was beginning to wear off, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Moving his limbs felt more like a compromise than a demand, and he recalled they were only about half way to where they needed to be.
That thought made him queasy.
"Should we keep going? It's going to be dark soon." The sun was setting quickly. The fiery red eye of sun was slowly sinking below the horizon and threads of the last light lingered, mingling with the rolling clouds, dyeing the heavens first orange, then red, then dark blue… it wouldn't be long before the last of the colour bled out into a chalky mauve and eventually blackness.