Fiction:Realities Altered/Dysnomia/Episode 2

Part 1
The smell of meat filled his nostrils. Cooked meat, roasted. The warm, comfortable and reassuring heat that emanated from the surface of the delicious, enticing roasted leg of some creature that filled the niche of a lamb came into contact with the flesh around his maw, mainly his lips and his cheeks which were left drenched with the savory juices that only added to the seductive flavour of the chunk of cooked limb. A mix of warmth and taste flooded onto his tongue and gums, causing him to proceed further into the meat in a somewhat more animalistic fashion, as if just the flavours of the meal was a justification for him to lose his manners in a place such as this, a place of noble class usually reserved for noble traditions attended by nobles. He was only here through certain "privelidges". Large pictures were hung upon the walls, suspended within huge, ornate and decorative frames, detailing the high-class clan that lived within this secure, adequate fortress of a palace that was protected almost entirely with strong, multi-layered alloy obstructions and heavily armed, disciplined infantry and defensive units. One could easily tell this was the home of a royal and aristocratic group of residents, based upon their location, their property, the amount of defence that were deployed both internally and externally, the food they ate, all this led to the conclusion that they were important and popular, or they simply had the money to pay the common workers to contruct such a residence. Sitting across the well-crafted, wooden table was a figure, a character. A living, breathing character. She did not belong to any species-specific class, she wasn't of any distinguishable race. It was only her political standing that mattered, as well as the meaning of her character, her personal traits, her preferences, her likes and dislikes. She appeared mature but neither old nor young, as if she balanced perfectly on the fine line between both. She adorned a royal outfit as casual wear, typical of members within her family.

Maryah - Enjoying the food, dear?

Kithanan lifted his face from the tender, sweet meat that left a thrill upon his tongue and looked towards the woman who sat across from him, dining with a similar meal. It seemed the two shared some sense of taste and food, or perhaps one ate their meal for the sake of the other with hidden discontent and disatisfaction. It didn't matter much now, however. Kithanan's mouth formed into a genuine smile, expressing happiness with a tone of humour in his voice.

Kithanan - ''No need to be so formal! The food does it all for you!'' Maryah - ''The chefs really outdone themselves today, didn't they? After we are done, we can go outside and take a stroll. Maybe get some time alone.'' Kithanan - Hah, anything to get away from your old man.