Fairspell Meadow the twice-invoked

qiao:


leshen:

Success!

Leshen scampered off with his stolen goods to devour it in privacy. Her warning rang in his ears, though he did not allow the words to daunt him. He was so proud of himself that he hardly noticed when his lips started to tingle.

The applied spices tickled his nose and felt strange on his tongue, going so far as to make his mouth feel a bit numb, but he was too stubborn not to enjoy his prize despite the foreignness of it. Fortunately for him, the leg was terribly delicious, spicy and exotic, hastily consumed. He ate every scrap of the lean offering, bone and all. The raider had never tasted anything like it.

Smugly satisfied, he laid down, licking his chops free of the prickling aftertaste. His eyes had been closed for half an hour when he awoke with a sudden need to evacuate. Yet even as he blew a hot hole in the snow, he couldn’t stop thinking about how the taste had been worth it.