Oct 5, 2024
Arms crossed, Veoc watches patiently as the old man before him extolls the virtues of the world's smallest pomengranate tree. The leaves are full and the trunk intricately twisted; as the man moves on to praising the fruit, the major general's eyes wander to the figure beside him listening with equal attention.
He leans over slightly to avoid catching the man's attention, and murmurs in a small voice, "It doesn't look like there's much to eat."
He sounds a little embarrassed.
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