Totoka River talgaktuk

Ghost fruit!

Sakhmet wondered if there might be something worthwhile inside. Instead it seemed...like nothing more than ice. A reflective orb that shimmed with crimson and pale tones.

I wonder if they...taste different? Like whatever fruit they're the ghost of.

Then tentatively she tried to grasp the orb. Soft with her hold as she attempted to lick it, to find a taste. Unfortunately there was nothing too awe shocking about it. It tasted just as the cold river might, as the snow might.

Which only prompted her to nose it in his direction.