When Tarkyn and Ancient Oak returned to the firesite, lunch was underway. Consumption of food and drink had mellowed the mood a little but many people patently ignored Tarkyn or threw measured glances in his direction.
Autumn Leaves looked up with a slight smile, “Over your huff now, are you?”
“Yes, thanks,” said Tarkyn, as he sat down, refusing to be baited.
Sun Shower handed him a freshly baked flat bread rolled around dried berries, soft cheese and thin strips of some sort of meat without speaking to him.
“Thank you,” he said, but without looking at her.
The woodfolk ate in silence, many obviously mind talking. Handy being able to mind talk, thought Tarkyn. It doesn’t interfere with eating in the way normal talking does.
Handy being able to mind talk,It doesn’t interfere with eati
