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It soon became apparent that the conveyor was really more like a current of movement. When one removed a dish in order to spoon out some of its contents, it was easy to place it back in the magicked stream.

Jessie chose mainly a variety of meats for his plate, and a large helping of broccoli. There was a reason for this: he'd never quite been able to adapt his tastes completely to the texture of the foliage which grew on the surface. When he was growing up he lived mainly on a diet of meat - mainly, for while the soil was inhospitable for flimsy plants, certain trees were able to grow in the barren underground when given the right magical edging. One type bore dark fruits with a bright, sweet flesh, similar to a plum. These fruits were generally reserved for the Houses, since a single one may cost the month's wages of a commoner, but they did fall into lower hands now and then and as such he did hold a strong liking for fruit. He took a plum from a dish which floated by, but the feel of its skin provoked a rather unfortunate memory. It was during his first five years of life; he had been walking behind his mother - always behind - past the walls of one of the richest House's gardens, and he found on the floor one of these rare dark-skinned fruits. He had picked it up and taken a bite out of it. His mother, turning at just that moment to see, had dragged him home and beaten him to within an inch of his young life.

He dropped the plum back on the pile of its siblings as if it had burned him, and glanced reflexively at Coline, unconsciously hoping she hadn't noticed.

...Cheating and mediocrity are easy. Stay away from easy.

((Where is everyone?)))
((What happened whilst I was off watching Glee?)))

(( Grunny: Umm nothing really. Lorika's still talking to Pseudoverseer. Jessie is still talking to Coline in the dining hall. Evelyn and Angelique have met up~ ))

{{Erm...any suggestions as to what I should do to leave Kaos now that she's gone?}}

Harata wandered back to her little private cove, and hoped someone would come along to talk. Eve would be nice, or Bakar.
((Lulz. There is a little cove now on Gambino-land which says, "This is Harata's." It's a fairly small place, near the bank. Lulz. Not really. Dun really know.)))

It had been so wildly off the course of his thoughts, the Overseer was struck dumb when she touched his face tenderly and spoke of his eyes. From under the shade of the tree, he tried a few times to reply, and shifted uncomfortably, stretching his legs out before him. Finally, he bowed his head, hiding those eyes behind his hair, and he could feel his skin flush out of self-consciousnesses and the embarrassment that came of her compliments. Lorika was very good at catching him unbalanced and vulnerable with her words and actions, and now was no exception.

"It must be different than following a boy with a clam for a head. I wish I had known what I was thinking when I choose that." He shivered, and his worn body again begged for more sleep and rest. It was too easy for him to become distracted, but Lorika had brought down the level of his restless energy again, that until now he had forgotten again how he kept managing to get himself in these predicaments. Though it did help him make his next choice.

"I will return to the temple with you, and I think it would be wise that we mention no more of this memory loss. If you could speak with those that know, the rumor may not spread. I may not be the straight and narrow path those of you need, but I will do my best to not damage what has been built."

And to help punctuate his point, he climbed to his feet and offered his hand to help the priestess stand.

Be good...