Next to the fire there was a low but wide tree stump, and on top of it there were dry and fresh fruits, and something that looked like bread, but it was shaped like a spiral and was shiny and golden on top.
I grabbed an apple and a pear and devoured them. I would not have registered the taste in my haste to get them to my stomach if it hadn´t been for their intense sweetness.
Even if I wasn´t anywhere near being satisfied, I was curious about the bread-like food. I poked at it with my finger and discovered it was sticky. I studied the residue it left on my finger for a bit before smelling it and eventually tasting it with the tip of my tongue.
It was sweeter than the fruit, still.
Praying that it wasn´t some sort of poison, I bit into the soft mass. It tasted intensely of cinnamon and honey, but it was definitely bread.
Marie had never made anything like this, and she did wonders in the kitchen.
After the cinnamon roll, I took to calling it that, I had an orange and some grapes, and finished the water. I wasn´t sure if going through the food like that was such a good idea, but as I felt a lot better, I didn´t really care.
I was contemplating sleeping for a bit, when an incredibly beautiful white centaur entered the cave.
A/N: Yes, Tinsley Warren, that´s what they mean. It´s their scientific names. :)