Marishka smiled in delight at her sister's reaction. They all same the same thing at first, even she did. However as time passed and her tastebuds matured, she gradually learned to appreciate it, then to genuinely like it. Now in her middle years she has all but fallen in love with it, not as a form of addiction, but as a very gregarious companion and even a good listener when she wants of more sentient company. The rich red liquid in Aselia's glass tussled and heaved as she held it in her soft hands, and the way it collided around in waves fascinated the elder Timandre. It reminded her of the tasks ahead, of the life she is about to follow beyond the salty waves of Mura's edges, and in a subtle, trace-like moment the dark wine turned into light sea foam before her sight. She envisioned herself at the stern of a great wooden ship with a faraway look in her eyes, bidding those white sands and verdant forests goodbye, amidst the gliding sea gulls and fresh breeze of the season. Syna would be high above the cloudless sky, casting an even finer coloring upon the sands, parading an intense blaze of recall that would sunder their connection for what could be years, even decades. The pearl of her heritage, the land of the morning, the glistening star in her heart, Mura was all of these and more for her, yet she truly had to leave it, for the call of destiny awaited her somewhere else. In the final slide for her rampant imagination she saw herself with a single trickling tear rolling down her cheeks, bidding a silent farewell to her home and her family within a heart filled with resolve, promising to return like the day after twilight has passed. A pang of sadness overcame her face for a couple of ticks in silence, Aselia's words seemingly passing through her ears without making an immediate impact. When she finally snapped back to reality, she felt her chest beating stronger than ever. It had seemed all too real for her, which is strangely new to her for she naturally saw the past instead of the future. Nonetheless she felt a sort of quasi-gratitude for it, now she has an inkling of the greatest hurdle she would have to overcome. Shaking her head to clear it of the last vestiges of her approaching fate, a more pristine smile returned to her. It had all made her more determined to find the true meaning of sisterhood before she departed. "Oh, indeed little sister, let us see what our combined efforts have brought forth," she agreed, giggle through her smiling lips. Picking the silver spoon back up she gently scooped up a fair amount of the salad. Her first dip into the vibrant creation included a small sheaf of the lettuce, a portion of tomato and some bits of apple. Before taking the spoon into her mouth, she eyed it for a moment, after which she cast a sideways look at Aselia. "Here goes." Marishka chewed on the lush garden selections with a perusing attitude, letting her tongue get a feel of every item and trying to savor every taste. Violet eyes rolled upwards as the juices exploded in her mouth in delectable combinations, and at last she grinned approvingly. "Not bad, Aselia. Not bad at all. Chewed properly it spills all the flavor in." Through the grin she wasn't able to catch a feel of a piece of lettuce which stuck itself between her canine and incisor, exposing it in full view for Aselia to see. |