Ari started in reverent prayer, “Mother of our universe, it is to you we give our dearest thanks for this meal. For you have birthed the food on our table, the love in our home, and the fabric of our world. For this, we are forever grateful. Illyatsia.” He bowed his head and used his fingers to draw a shape symbolizing infinity across his chest.
“Illyatsia,” Dinah echoed.
Pax attempted to do the same, clumsily trying to draw the same shape across her chest as she spoke. She cast a glance at Dinah, desperately praying that she hadn’t noticed. She didn’t seem to. Ari gestured for her to pick up her fork, and she did so gratefully. It had been so long since she had eaten, and the food in front of her tasted incredible.
“So, Pax,” Dinah started, “Ari says you are from Nomadesales, yes?”
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