Varya frowned as she observed Zivon talk to the others around him.

She had no such intentions of getting caught up in the event, intentionally leaving her plate empty.

“Ah! Are you fasting?” the person a few seats down queried but was ignored.

She continued to watch, not yet ready to make a judgement on the place she found herself in.

Alewndra sat beside her, having filled a plate and placed it between their two seats.

“You are welcome to join me if anything appeals to you.” Alewndra said, choosing some already.

“No thank you.” Said Varya.

“All the better!” said the person who had already been ignored. “It’s not much of a party unless we have some good Фрукты.”

Varya couldn’t help the quick turn of her head at the word. It sounded instanteously both foreign and familiar.

The platter caught her eye.

It was piled high with fruits – the types she had doubted their ability to find. Her favourite had always been the brightly coloured гігантська груша, matching her home’s jewel toned sky. The inside clashed vibrantly with its skin – the bright pink hurting the eyes next to the equally bright turquoise.

She couldn’t help but reach out for it, she hadn’t had one since long before she started her journey.