. . . and discovers a little more than she’d anticipated.
Chapter 7: Hidden Shapes and the Beasts of the Field
Rigi didn’t feel grown-up as she drank her coffee and milk. She felt fuzzy on the edges, like her favorite pair of cool-season leggings, or her old stuffed wombow. She sipped more coffee, blinked, and studied the hot breakfast. There seemed to be a great deal of food for four people.
“Ah, good morning, Miss Rigi, Master Tomás, Mistress Kay.” Rigi turned and bowed to Lexi as he came in, followed by Uncle Eb.
“Good morning, Lexi. There’s a plate ready for you,” Aunt Kay said. Rigi liked her outfit of loose trousers and a belted tunic with snug lower sleeve cuffs. Since she worked with paints and e-drawing, she didn’t have to worry about messing her cuffs the way Rigi did with her pastels and soft pencils.
“Thank you, Mistress.” Lexi served himself from several of the warming dishes, then sat off to the side, away from the humans, his back to them. Rigi admired his manners—most Staré didn’t bother turning away. That also explained the amount of food, if Lexi ate with them in the mornings. Which reminded Rigi. She set her cup down and got food, including mushy grey that she hoped was not tam. A cautious taste revealed land-rice and milk pudding with warm spices. That she liked, and Rigi put away her serving, ate some odd tasting eggs and breakfast meat, dutifully nibbled at the heavy rusk until it disappeared, and drank more milk coffee.
“Rigi, don’t you put fruit on your rusks in the morning?” Tomás pushed a small bowl of red quivering stuff to her. She leaned away from the bowl. The contents kept wiggling after the dish stopped. And it was blood colored. She didn’t like blood-colored meat or soup. “That’s cheery fruit. It won’t eat you.” Continue reading