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So sort of like a mocha? Anyways, I figure that Elves would probably be familiar with cocoa in its raw form, but not the processed chocolate version. On a side note, I don't think Lara would know what plastic is.
I cock my head at the lady's comment. What was I suppose to make of that? What could I make of that? I simply wait until I am finally presented with my food and drink. I'm not sure what to make of this 'coffee.' It certainly doesn't look like tea, more opaque than even black teas combined with a murky element. It's warm like tea though. I take a sip an detect a strong cocoa, though it seems to be somewhat different... Do they have a special way to make it? Knowing humans, it probably includes fire. Regardless, the drink itself has a... smooth flavor to it, which blunts the bitterness. It is surprisingly good. The cook dough seems to be made using cocoa as well. It is appealingly sweet, mixed with the equally appealing complex flavor of cocoa, though lacks the bitterness.
Looking over the children play as some adults seem to be engaging in a makeshift folk dance. I recall what my House tried to instill in me.
Humans worship fire above all things, and seek to spread it to all things. That is why they are a necessarily a threat to our forests. I remember asking if that is the case, why had the humans not die out a long time ago due to setting fire to their own homes as that line of thinking would necessitate... The teacher didn't take that question very well. A bitter smile works its way onto my lips as I look over this view. So how do you explain this then?
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And here we can see a bit of why she isn't so prejudice as the other elves. She's always been incredibly good at smelling bullshit and questioning it... Though that last stage, she's manage to reel back in order to minimize the amount of blowback she gets.
As we come to a stop and another lady comes and greets us, I'm met with apprehension. I slip off the wolf and look over the woman, my eyes lingering on each and every draconian feature she has from literally head to toe as my mind recalls the stories of what an angry dragon could do to an entire division of elves. I try to perform a formal curtsy the best I can in an ill-fitting shirt and pair of pants held up exclusively by a belt, "My name is Erami'lara of house Uthilamina."
Random person in the comments section of a random hentai manga- "Now I am ashamed of myself."
Me- "Posh, shame is for fools and people with friends... we need no such things, we have the internet."