Lyra's POV
Lesson learned.
Do not start! what you cannot finish.
A saying my belly had refused to keep to even at the verge of being torn, with platter after platter of meat presented, every plate a challenge for my belly.
"Nice appetite," Maryam mused as she brought yet another finely cut piece of meat. I had to give it to the humans, for generations humans had traded leaves and herbs, half for cooking. I never understood why they chose to use powerful herbs for food rather than invest their interest in dark magic, which could have at least given them leverage over our kind, but they chose food. And with each bite I was convinced why they did what they did.
It was too—too good!
"More," I mumbled through my stuffed mouth, my back cushioned by a soft pillow, which Maryam had placed in position halfway through my gluttony.
"Yes, Ma'am."
