Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140224044304

M'Nara had been in the middle of salting and spicing the fish as they sizzled when Galom's shadow had blocked out the sun. When his hand had reached down to take one she had been tempted to sink her cooking knife into it. She looked up at him, studied the giant machine man, as she thought of him, for a moment and then nodded. "Thank you."

She went back to her work. Work was good. Work kept your mind from dwelling on unpleasant things of the past. Her husband would never have taken a fish before it was ready. He would have done her the honor of waiting for her to cook it properly. She pushed the memories back, wondering how long it would take before they no longer hurt.