The young woman saw his gaze leave her and fall on his own wrists. Her eyes followed and she was puzzled by her lack of attention to the accessories he was already wearing; for she had not noticed until now. The style of his was not new though she was not very accustomed to it. She wanted to investigate the leather and the studs attached to them; how it was made. As if reading his mind, the copper coated Lykoi doubted her own style would fit him. His style was harsher, and she would almost go as far to call it a bit hostile by its appearance. Of course it fitted the German. It shouldn’t be all too hard to attempt to match his general style if she just got some time to scavenge Halifax in search for the right equipment. It would be interesting to try something new; she had not paid this particular trade much attention the last months after she had found her swords and everything bad had happened. Her gaze moved to the food; her sense of scent starting to truly distract her. She knew this scent; the scent of hot, prepared meat, though it had always been someone else having their meals. Today it was finally her turn to try it out. Although she had little interest in food beyond the fact that her body needed nutrition, she was looking forward to the meal.
Maschine was obviously his horse and her eyes narrowed in quiet interest when he said that he could show her what he had done to the horse’s face. His work? Did that mean that he had tattooed the animal? Still the girl had issues thinking of the animal as anything but an easy meal that was too stupid to run away. Suddenly she was given a whole rabbit piece and she could not prevent beaming satisfaction from entering her face. Was he giving her this much? She accepted the piece, smiling as she did. ”Thank you, Cotl.” The meat was different; easier to chew and separate and strange in taste. The woman chewed slowly and let her taste buds take in the new, unusual flavour. She found the taste to be slightly more neutral; the natural salty taste provided by hot blood soaking through the meat absent. She did not dislike the taste, though she thought this was a taste she would have to get used to. With spices to add more flavour to the meat, the girl’s opinion of the meal would have been different, but this was something she had yet to discover.
She nibbled away on her rabbit and allowed silence to settle after the male’s new question where his interrupting voice told Jesus that he could be fucked. She shook her head as her fellow clan-members said that he doubted that a necklace like hers would fit him. She fully agreed at that. Halo’s necklace was elegant and fitting for a female her size. She had taken forever making it so that it would fit her perfectly in every way. Many seemed to be able to just pick a human necklace and decide that it suited them, but Halo put so much more effort into personalizing the items she made, both for her and others. The ornaments made of rat bones upstairs lacked soul because they had not been designed for any owner. ”This meat is good.” the female announced to the male, determined to let him know that her silence did not necessarily mean that she did not like the taste. ”I’d like to see your Maschine afterwards then,” she added very late, switching the topic back to his four legged friend outside.