04-27-2021, 03:58 PM
Porridge was not something that Arvid had ever enjoyed before, nor had he ever actively gone looking to try it. He had seen his human family eating it once or twice in the past, but it was never one of those things that actively attracted him over. He never felt the need to beg or plead for some porridge, like he did with something like steak, or burgers. That was mainly because... well, porridge merely seemed very unappetizing to him. Whenever he tried to look at the food, he would always see nothing but a pale sludge, with a scent that actively discouraged him from getting closer. He didn't see the appeal of it, nor did he know about the various things that could be added to it, to make it sweeter or more full of flavor. Needless to say, when he smelled the vaguely familiar scent of porridge on the air, he hadn't exactly been enthused. Still, he found himself a bit curious about who exactly was making porridge. He couldn't think of a lot of wanderers that had especially refined tastes, most merely preferring raw meat, like he did. Maybe Ruven? The other had seemed especially curious about food that was actually cooked, after all.
Upon following the scent, however, the dire wolf didn't find Ruven, or anyone else that he was expecting. Instead, the smell led him over to Noemie's home, where he lingered in the doorway alongside Saturn. He could hear his parent asking about what Noemie was cooking, but their voice seemed vaguely far off, Arvid still a bit in his own head. Noemie was the one cooking porridge? That was a surprise, at least to the pup. When the other had first joined, unable to speak and seemingly wary of the Coalition of a whole, the dire wolf really hadn't been expecting much. It looked like he had judged the other prematurely, however. Not only that, but the kind of porridge that Noemie was making... it almost smelled kind of good. With his tail twitching behind him, Arvid seemed to finally return to the present, adding on to Saturn's question, "It's porridge, isn't it? I've smelled it before, but... yours smells different. What did you put in it?" Could the other even answer? Arvid certainly hoped so. He also hoped that perhaps Noemie would have some extra that they were willing to share. Then, maybe he'd finally be able to try some porridge that he actually enjoyed.
Upon following the scent, however, the dire wolf didn't find Ruven, or anyone else that he was expecting. Instead, the smell led him over to Noemie's home, where he lingered in the doorway alongside Saturn. He could hear his parent asking about what Noemie was cooking, but their voice seemed vaguely far off, Arvid still a bit in his own head. Noemie was the one cooking porridge? That was a surprise, at least to the pup. When the other had first joined, unable to speak and seemingly wary of the Coalition of a whole, the dire wolf really hadn't been expecting much. It looked like he had judged the other prematurely, however. Not only that, but the kind of porridge that Noemie was making... it almost smelled kind of good. With his tail twitching behind him, Arvid seemed to finally return to the present, adding on to Saturn's question, "It's porridge, isn't it? I've smelled it before, but... yours smells different. What did you put in it?" Could the other even answer? Arvid certainly hoped so. He also hoped that perhaps Noemie would have some extra that they were willing to share. Then, maybe he'd finally be able to try some porridge that he actually enjoyed.
i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass
and visions, ambitions to be the best
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