Talk less, Smile more // Open, Kitchen Preparations

[BLUEBERG]

Belly full to bursting with blood, Ichor swooped through the doorway and circled the door as xe gracefully decelerated. The glistened bottles made xyr head swim; larger mammals used so much resources, didn’t they? If xe drank more than half a teaspoon, xe was useless for a whole day and night.

“Don’t tell me. You need more? For less than thirty?” Ichor clicked xyr tongue. A full meal for xem was two tablespoons. “Well. You are big. Yet far from the biggest.” Xe circled the room slowly now, faster than most could run, but slow for Ichor’s top speed. “Maybe the Imperium needs reliable trade. Or seize a valley. For wine.”

[i]ICHOR - XE/THEY - NOCTUS IMPERIUM