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Taralina divvied up the fish, giving Rachel a questioning eye before realizing that, though she was sick earlier, she seems ravenous right now. Mentally shrugging, she conscientiously tilted her portions towards the tiny woman out of sympathy.

Taralina isn't great with math, so when she divides the meat, it's measured by eyeballing it, but because Rachel keeps eating it before she can figure out how much to give her proportionately, she winds up with about three fourths of the fish overall.

Only after this process does she start to eat, leaving a small portion aside, again, for the spirits.

Taralina met Rachel's glances with an expression of disbelief. She held out her own plate, incredulously.

"More hungry?" she asked un-surely.

The amazon blinked, surprised by the sudden surfacing of the stockpile and by the colorful peels that seemed to cover all of this strange woman's food. She was so distracted by Rachel's eating that she almost forgot to eat her own meal.

Worried by how much she just ate and the fact that she still doesn't quite seem full, Rachel retires to the tent, trying to distract her mind from food.

In the tent, Rachel attempts to fall asleep, but her hunger keeps her from sleep or lets her rest for only moments before awakening her again with a growl.

There were a great deal of blossoms about, some pink with little lilac lines tracing towards the center, some pale as white chocolate with a faint flush of green, huge as your head, that gave off little clouds of pollen when you touched them. Some primal memory was trying to cross the bridge between Taralina's concious and subconcious mind, and it manifested in disconcerting ways. Something about the many-colored flowers seemed sinister, as if they were staring at her with eyes they lacked, leering and sneering with the mouths they did not possess. The patches of open sky in the canopy seemed to yawn like evil little mouths, ready to vomit forth poison and death.

In her uneasy sleep, Rachel dreamed of sweet, sticky sins and rains of needles and poisonous pain.


(Something >>will<< happen, I assure you. I just like laying on the atmosphere thick.)

As she sat in silence, Taralina cast her eyes upon the two remaining fruit they'd harvested, and she started to wonder if they were somehow forbidden or cursed. She was unfamiliar with this part of the valley, and for all she knew, this fruit was sacred, and she'd committed an act of desecration by taking it.

She wanted urgently to gather them up and return them to the tiny grove at the top of the hill, but the sinister atmosphere kept her rooted in place, searching the bushes for harbingers of vengeance from an unknown source.