Marshmallows

Marshmallow, the man admitted. Iki took a step closer, watching with rapt interest as he unearthed the plant and explained it use. After the plant was plucked, the antlered man asked after the health of Ashen. Now, Ikigai knew that admitting to illness could be used against the wolves of the Empire, but there was something about the brute that she trusted. Absently, one snow dipped paw rose to rub over the healing bite wound on her opposite foreleg. "Yes," she admitted. "I was taken quite ill myself. Crystals they..." The horned girl gave her head a shake. "They pushed out of my skin. Grew out of my very blood." The whole ordeal had been horrific.

The man gave his name and Ikigai gave a low, princessely bow. "Okiku Ikigai Ōritsu Abraxas, but please, call me Iki." She tilted her head to the side again. "Do you eat them whole? How do you prepare them?"

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