The table was set with so much food that Zivon was surprised that it hadn’t collapsed under the weight.
Twelve chairs were sat each side of the table, with a thirteenth set at the head. No one was had sat down yet, but there were people standing behind all bar five of the chairs.
Anuva strode proudly towards the chair at the head, indicating for him and Varya to sit at her left and right. He watched as the two servants positioned themselves accordingly.
Zivon and Varya shared wary looks before going to their appointed seating.
Anuva was first to sit, the others sliding into their chairs after her until only Alewndra and Aleksi were left standing. The servants walked from their chairs to grab food from further down the table, speaking in low voices to the people they walked past.
“Welcome to the воспоминание.” The person next to Aleksi’s place told Zivon. “It’s always a pleasure to meet Lady Anuva’s guests.”
“Thank you?” Zivon asked more than said.
The other laughed. “I am Ahmer, fledgling. Aleksi is probably getting you a good transition food?”
“Zivon. Transition food?” he asked, intending to ignore the strange nickname.
“Ah, she hasn’t told you yet, has she, fledgling? Here, try this.” Ahmer offered his goblet – the only thing in front of him to Zivon.
It was filled with a thick red liquid that smelt like – Zivon blinked, and it was like the haze had fully vanished.
“That’s blood.” He said.
“Aye, little fledgling. You’ll find it will deal with your fancy soon enough.”
“Now now, we do not need to rush things.” Aleksi said, resting a hand on Zivon’s shoulder.
He could have jumped, the other had last been over at the other end of the table.
“The young master is better suited to trying this to begin with, Master Ahmer.” Aleksi said with a small frown.
“Killjoy.” Ahmer muttered but said naught else.
Aleksi placed a full plate in front of Zivon. It
was piled high with meats – most of which he had never seen.