See the fire in your eyes

Magnus nodded in understanding at her words as he worked on the carcass. He was almost done with it and soon the meat would be drying over the smoke of the fire to be stored. All this work was starting to make him hungry however, so there may not be any use to smoking it. Magnus preferred the taste of a fresh kill versus a cooked or smoked meal. He wondered how many others in the Armada preferred the taste of a fresh kill anymore. Besides Aslatiel at least. The girl was strange, but Magnus loved her all the same. It made her different.

"Where I'm from it's always hot, or at least mild. Snow was unheard of there."
He laughed a bit, remembering what he used to call home. A place like that wasn't a home, just a place he lived. The Armada was a home.

"Speech!"

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