Purge breathed quietly and deeply, testing her ribs carefully. She thought that the rib was broke but only a little, she was able to breath without too much trouble so there was nothing wrong with her lungs. She continued to chew the raw meat hungrily, the blood dripping from her fingers without much care. She also listened to the other woman's words carefully, nodding in some instances and at the end grinned with a little blood matting the fur at her chin.
"I not .. in Kalinor long." Purge said easily, her hunger sated a little and just as she thought the food in her belly starting to make her feel better already. She gingerly leaned forward, one hand holding her side but she grabbed a stick to stir the entrails she had thrown into the fire around. She had no clue when they would be considered done, as her meals were almost exclusively raw.
"Small not .. right word." Purge said easily. "Not .. Small..." She held her hand horizontally flat indicating height. " Small..." With this she picked up a stick and held it between her hands, snapping it in two pieces. "Small." She repeats with a satisfied smile. "Zith eat meat straight. Zith not small." However she did understand to a degree with the other woman was telling her. It perhaps was the same thing as the slaves, if they ate meat raw like zith often they got sick many died.
"Try cooking. Never have before." She said conversationally, indicating the blackening entrails. With the same stick she had stirred it with she hooked the stringy entrails, and dragged it from the fire. The flesh was black and smoking, and she rolled it in the snow a little to cool it off. "Want.. um.. dissolve?" She tried the unfamiliar word on her tongue, with a quirk of her head as she offers the other woman a section of blackened meat that she tore from the rest.
"I not .. in Kalinor long." Purge said easily, her hunger sated a little and just as she thought the food in her belly starting to make her feel better already. She gingerly leaned forward, one hand holding her side but she grabbed a stick to stir the entrails she had thrown into the fire around. She had no clue when they would be considered done, as her meals were almost exclusively raw.
"Small not .. right word." Purge said easily. "Not .. Small..." She held her hand horizontally flat indicating height. " Small..." With this she picked up a stick and held it between her hands, snapping it in two pieces. "Small." She repeats with a satisfied smile. "Zith eat meat straight. Zith not small." However she did understand to a degree with the other woman was telling her. It perhaps was the same thing as the slaves, if they ate meat raw like zith often they got sick many died.
"Try cooking. Never have before." She said conversationally, indicating the blackening entrails. With the same stick she had stirred it with she hooked the stringy entrails, and dragged it from the fire. The flesh was black and smoking, and she rolled it in the snow a little to cool it off. "Want.. um.. dissolve?" She tried the unfamiliar word on her tongue, with a quirk of her head as she offers the other woman a section of blackened meat that she tore from the rest.