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❝Ahh, ir abelas da’len, I cannot do that.❞ Altair said, the hint of a smirk tugging the corner of his lips, hands clasped behind his back as he stares down at the half-ling and the little group that followed behind. They were not concerned about whether the group might choose to fight, they had been told to keep the child away, and so that is what they would do.

@bareteef

He paused, offering Penny a sheepish smile that exposed cricket legs still wriggling around in his mouth as the insect struggled to get free. The useless attempt was over quickly once Pelle bit down on its body, crushing it between his teeth and swallowed it.

She wasn't entirely wrong that eating a live cricket was mildly unpleasant. He hated their legs tickling his tongue, and the sensation of their bodies bursting under the pressure of his jaw was wet in an off-putting way, something of a forbidden tart you might say. But the flavor was fine though it was far tastier if one had the time to cook them.