The thing of it, Ellarinne just came off a year learning how to make soup from bipedal walrus people.
The thing of it is, tuskarr, as said walrus people call themselves, have different aesthetic sensibilities than other races. They rely much less on sight, and much more on scent and texture. Especially in their food.
Which means Ellarinne's just come off a year of acclimating to food that looks disgusting, but is both delicious and extremely nutritious.
So hopefully she'll be able to forgive herself for thinking the fudge is some kind of blood pudding.
She carefully scoops some into a bowl and eats it with a spoon. It is not blood pudding.
Her ears stand straight out from her head, stiff in a way they almost never are. Her eyebrows shoot up. Behind her blindfold a green glow where her eyes should be begins to appear.
She shudders, struggles with it -- and finally swallows. "Who brought this?" she asks weakly. "I fear it may have gone bad."
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The thing of it is, tuskarr, as said walrus people call themselves, have different aesthetic sensibilities than other races. They rely much less on sight, and much more on scent and texture. Especially in their food.
Which means Ellarinne's just come off a year of acclimating to food that looks disgusting, but is both delicious and extremely nutritious.
So hopefully she'll be able to forgive herself for thinking the fudge is some kind of blood pudding.
She carefully scoops some into a bowl and eats it with a spoon. It is not blood pudding.
Her ears stand straight out from her head, stiff in a way they almost never are. Her eyebrows shoot up. Behind her blindfold a green glow where her eyes should be begins to appear.
She shudders, struggles with it -- and finally swallows. "Who brought this?" she asks weakly. "I fear it may have gone bad."