If there was anything quite as horrifying as watching what humans did to food at a fair, Sycamonia wasn’t sure that she knew what it could be. Nature went out of her way to provide the flesh of animals and the matter of plants, all arranged in an artful and elegant balance to sustain life upon her. And instead she was standing outside a booth offering the nutritious parts of an animal fried in fat until it was all but unrecognizable. It was enough to bring a tear to her eye.
In an attempt at distraction she found one of the games, throwing a piece of burlap filled with what she thought might be beans at a hole some distance away. Despite how tempted she was to cheat and use the wind for her aid, she played the game fairly and frowned when she missed. It had been nice, though, to distract herself from her missing grove for at least a moment.
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