The Gypsy's Map (pt. 3)
In its beak, it carried a branch of
what appeared to be gooseberries but, instead of the usual verdant or
crimson coloring, they were golden almost to the point of shimmering.
“Please eat,” encouraged the
Sentinel, gently relieving the bird of its parcel.
The bird in its turn fluttered to
perch atop Capell's head appearing almost like a decorative plume.
Oliver took the proffered berries and, trusting to his host's judgment, popped one of them into his mouth.
Almost as soon as the berry hit his tongue, an explosion of all the
most delicious flavours burst upon his senses. He could not give a
name to any of the flavours, of whether they were reminiscent of
fruit, vegetable, or beverage. Rather, he felt as if he tasted
emotions: sweetness of joy, tang of surprise, spice of curiosity,
rich undertones of contentment. Swallowing, Oliver felt fully
rejuvenated and no longer hungry. He eyed his leftovers with wonder.
The Sentinel, seeing the knight's curiosity growing, smiled and took
one of the berries between his fingers.
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