They were in a clearing near the stream, deep in the woods. The young demon had finished
roasting the meat that she had procured as casually and quietly as possible at the market
on the outskirts of the village. The tradesman had not seemed to pay any particular attention to her
at first but was staring by the time she had paid the coins and taken the wrapped food.
She hurried away.
For the first time, she expressed an utterance of gratitude for sustenance and gave Cere more than half on his plate. He looked at her quizzically; also for the first time, he ate cooked, not raw meat--
and with enthusiasm.
In her young life, as she had done every season on this night , she prepared to panegyrize.
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