Several hours later, Madas grinned across the table at Gril. She stirred the thick stew in the bowl in front of her. He was gazing down at it like he was afraid something might jump out and attack him.
“It is vegetables, roots, and seeds,” she explained.
He dipped his spoon into the broth and shook his head. “It looks like an eyeball,” he complained.
She laughed. “It is a vision nut—called that because it does look like an eye. You know, you are completely ruining the myth about pale Tearnats devouring others while they are still alive. You can’t even eat a seed,” she pointed out.
“That is a disgusting rumor,” he grumbled. “We always kill our food before we eat it.”
Her expression softened as she watched him try to cut the seeds so they would look less like eyeballs. “You are a very c
