@wshingwells for a winterfes starter!
Spirale proved once again to be an incredibly odd place- full of magic that he couldn't understand, although this time it didn't seem malicious. Balduran hadn't spent much time in Fibonacci, but considering the allure of a hot bowl of soup, now was a good a time as ever. It was something nostalgic, after all.
In his life before he was truly any sort of legend, Balduran had been like most other boys in the Grey Harbor. From humble beginnings, his family made a living off of fishing- like most everyone did. Maybe that was why he had always loved the sea- it was there from the start. While he associated most things in his childhood with his mother, it was his father who had first introduced him to fiddlehead soup. He remembered his parents cooking together for a while. He remembered when his father's ship never returned. Funny, he'd met a similar fate. Like father, like son- lost at sea.
The soup of the day was a hearty stew, rich in flavor with just the right amount of seasoning. Something about it made him forget all of his worries ... for the time being. Wasn't that the point of this season? To feel warm, to share good company- and speaking of good company- Snow White had come likely to have some of the daily soup. ❝ Be careful, it is quite hot, ❞ it's spoken with a warm smile-
❝ Today's dish is certainly filling- but I have been considering going back for seconds. ❞
