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maemaanla
( Fuc---- )
There it is. The moment that he realizes that he has no idea of what this kid eats, and has just been feeding her whatever she'll take. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he begins to feel badly for his terrible mistake and grumbles to himself about how problematic other species are.
( Uhhh. Maema? What kind of food does your species eat? )
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The day was too quiet. Tranquility was among the things that Almar enjoyed, but the Shan'ye was looking for something more to do, while not having to sacrifice peacefulness. Sitting in his home with little more to occupy himself with other than reading has lost it's charm for the afternoon, and so he had marked his place and put the book away, back onto it's shelf, and moved into the kitchen.
One was always hungry when bored, he found, his phantom stomach tugging at his brain, telling him he is hungry when he is not, though it had been a few hours since he had eaten, and he is almost always hungry. But he gains an idea, sparking as he takes note of the basket nearby, one that he had woven recently, and a smile creeps up along his black-lined lips.
"Maema." Almar calls as he lifts his head, tail flicking once before he turns and wanders into the next room, his hands behind his back, expecting his daughter to have heard him and to come hear what he had to say, though there was some uncertainty settling upon him.
