The Usual Place
Tobi sits in the sun enjoying his lunch of roasted [tasty animal#1] and fresh [tasty plant #1] leaves. His mind churns with thoughts from the events of the day and his hopes for the future. He often comes to this spot among the tiger lilies because it is a place where he can enjoy some solitude. The beautiful orange blooms exude a strong, very sweet aroma. Although it is a pleasant smell in small doses, this is an unusually large bed consisting solely of tiger lilies. When they are in full bloom, many in the village found the odor of the flower overpowering. In addition, the path itself to the hidden spot is treacherous. There were many forks in the path with violent and harsh flora, and it is easy to get dangerously lost along the way, so not many dare to trek far enough to find the small haven at the edge of the cliff. Despite all of this, his mother loved the smell of the lilies and the color of them reminds
him of her beautiful hair, so he spends most of his free time relaxing on the flat beds of stone. He scarcely remembers much more about her. She has been gone so long. Still, here in this spot, he tells her stories of his day.
Today’s classes always bore me. I am sick of learning about the history of mine development and the economic importance of breeding Puro Puros. All I want to do is hunt and explore. Teacher says these are standard lessons that every citizen must learn, but really, what’s the point? I know I’m destined to be a great hunter. I’m already the best in my class with the bow. Plus, I already mine five times as much as Ethan even though he is three ranks ahead of me. What more could they want from me? ‘Be patient,’ they claim. ‘Keep working’ they say. It’s infuriating! Nobody ever gets to be a great hunter by working their way up in the mines!” Tobi realizes that in his anger he dropped the rest of his lunch. He sighs and looks toward the sky. “Why can’t they see that? Hey you see it right? Mom?”
“I see it!” calls out a soft voice from behind. Tobi turns to his right, his face flushed red with embarrassment, to see a smiling Emmy setting down a small basket filled with the best fresh produce and meats the town could offer. Freshly brazed {animal} meat thinly sliced and
topped with steamed Rosai petals and Drakroot Dressing, a fruit salad with the most ripe assortment of Strewbs and Poms, and two bottles of Devil Deer milk are suddenly in front of him. It all looks and smells delicious.