I thought some of you might enjoy a small snippet about an old friend. 🙂
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The tall, thin Forager rose up in the air and carefully inspected the clump of boulders before landing, and plucking the fleshy pink shoots that grew in the shade they cast. Boulders and shade often meant to’pak, and it had learned to be extremely cautious when approaching either.
Moving away from the boulders, the Forager popped one of the round, succulent pink leaves in its mouth and chewed. The leaves of the lifeberry were not as effective as the fruit, and the flavour was rather unpleasant, but the moisture and small rush of energy were welcome. Spitting the remains on the ground, it popped another leaf in its mouth before it returned to the heat and back-breaking work of gathering.
When the Forager had first arrived at Needlepoint it had chosen to become a forager because, as a healer, it knew far more about the plants of Vokhtah than most ordinary iVokh. Foraging, however, had turned out to be a gruelling and hungry occupation.
At Needlepoint, every iVokh received one small bowl of ground seeds and tubers every day, no matter what their occupation. Food animals, however, had to be bartered for credits.
As one of the least valued classes in the eyrie, foragers received just one small, leather credit for every bag of seeds or tubers they gathered. By contrast, each rock lizard cost ten credits.
The small upland plateau that surrounded Needlepoint was still almost lush in comparison to the great plains, but even here, most foragers were lucky to gather three bags of food a day. That equated to one rock lizard every four days. They all grazed on whatever was edible as they worked, but a few berries, or the odd piipa fruit could not compensate for the severe lack of blood in their diets, and they all looked half-starved.
Thanks to its knowledge of medicinal herbs, which had a higher value than seeds or tubers, the Forager managed to feed on a rock lizard almost every second day, yet even so it was always hungry, and seemed to spend every waking moment thinking about food. It even dreamt about food. Strangely though, it never seemed to dream about akaht, or tukti. Despite having fed on akaht for most of its life, it could now hardly remember what either akaht or tukti tasted like. It knew akaht were supposed to be slightly salty, but it could not actually remember how the blood tasted on its tongue.
Shaking its head to dispel such futile thoughts, the Forager popped another lifeberry leaf in its mouth as it squinted up at the sky. Still another three hours to go…
…and no rock lizard this night…
The Forager’s sigh was lost in the swish of grass as it bent to its work.
June 8th, 2013 at 10:57 pm
Thank you for a nice snippet of Saturday night reading. Now I might wander into the kitchen for a morsel of something myself, you’ve made me hungry… 😀
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June 9th, 2013 at 4:57 am
lol – piping hot I hope. 😉
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June 7th, 2013 at 3:17 pm
It needs to be more vigilant. Surely there are rock lizards about when it forages? It needs to build it’s strength.
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June 7th, 2013 at 4:18 pm
lol – good advice but it’s no hunter. Healers = the iVokh equivalent of a desk job. 😉
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June 7th, 2013 at 1:37 pm
Our old friend is doing it a bit tough… It might need to make Rock Lizard Stew with some of the leaves and berries it gathers, to make the meal go further…
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June 7th, 2013 at 4:19 pm
Yeah our chameleon friend is doing it tough. But I kind of think it needs to see how the other side lives. 😀 I’m mean, I know.
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June 7th, 2013 at 9:46 am
Now, I’m wondering about the taste of rock lizard. LOL I must be hungry.
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June 7th, 2013 at 10:13 am
They have a slightly oily taste. We would probably think diesel oil. Bon appetit! mwahahahaha!
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June 7th, 2013 at 9:20 am
LOVE IT! 😀
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June 7th, 2013 at 9:25 am
😀
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