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[justrightforgoldilocks-blog]

Goldilocks in FTL {Activity Check Drabble}

  Goldilocks had always been particular about things, spoiled from her childhood filled of adventures with her parents. As merchants, they had traveled to many of the different kingdoms to obtain rare items to sell from land to land. And with their traveling, she had dined on exotic fruits and gentle pastries and mouth-watering savory dishes. The nomadic years before her parents had passed had simply given her a taste for something that wasn’t just porridge that the old crone would make them for their standard three meals a day.

  And so she had once again searched for something more.

  She had searched from village to village, finding more delicious fruits and savory dinners than what the old woman could have ever offered her. And so she gorged herself in the delicacies, filling her stomach and her soul in the stillness of an empty home. Soon she was breaking into homes and creating the dishes she had stumbled upon, playing with the spices of each land. It was through these foods that she could hear her mother’s laugh again or see her father’s lopsided smile one more time. It was through this food – this glorious food – that she could remember her years spent with her parents before they were taken from her.

  And it was in a bowl of porridge (much too hot or much too cold) that she could remember everything that had ever been taken from her.

[notatedbear]

Drabble: Fine Foods

It was his second day of being a bear, and he was starving. Before his curse, the thought never crossed his mind. Food was a valued commodity in the Northern Kingdom, what with the lack of farms, but noble families like his did not worry about such trivial matters.They worried about fighting each other, getting more barren land for their serfs to work to the bone until it froze with ice and snow.

Still, for someone who lived off game, it was remarkable that Bear hadn't managed to catch a single thing. His paws were too big to be silent, claws too slow to catch a single thing, and his teeth only snapped around air.

Bear was curled in a ball. Maybe the world would just forget him if he was still enough. No, no, he could find something. He had claws, teeth, muscles he was a Bear. He just had to remember that. A bear, not a man. He couldn't hunt like a man, he had to hunt like a bear.

The rabbits that night were the best he ever ate. It wasn't until years later when he was reminiscing that Bear realized he couldn't remember that hunt.