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january 3rd, 2021

prompt: cooking



Rumdaal inhaled as hard as she could, taking in the smell of her best creation yet.

“It’s ready,” she said, turning to face the camp. The stew went fast—Rumdaal’s cooking always did back home, and she was pleased to see that her new friends were no different. Only the quiet one didn’t eat. Rumdaal hadn’t yet learned their name, or even seen their face for that matter.

“You ever take that thing off?” She asked.

The armored person shook their head.

“I’m afraid I can’t,” they said. “I’ve been cursed to wear this armor. Forever, I can only assume.”

“Don’t you get hungry in there?”

They shook their head again. “I’ve found that I no longer need food or water, since I awoke like this. It doesn’t mean I don’t miss it though. Your food smelled wonderful.”

Rumdaal raised an eyebrow. “So you are human under there, then,” she said.

They laughed, and nodded. “As far as I know, yes.”

“You got a name?”

“The others call me Bloom. I can’t remember what I was called before.”

“Bloom?”

As if on cue, a perfectly-formed flower sprouted from the knight’s visor, squeezing out between the gaps. Rumdaal’s eyes widened. It was a yellow stoneflower, like they had back home. Rumdaal’s mother had kept some in her garden. Bloom reached an armored hand up and delicately plucked the flower from their helmet.

“Bloom,” they confirmed. “And before you ask… I don’t know where these come from.”

They held the flower up as if to smell it. Then, with their other hand, they dug a little pit in the sand and planted the flower by the stem. As soon as the flower was set, a tiny patch of grass sprouted up around it. Rumdaal jumped back.

“What in Euna’s name was that?”

Bloom shook their head. “I don’t know. But I like it.”

Rumdaal nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “I think I do too.”



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