VIII

The landscape is changing. In the middle of high mountains covered with snow, a huge flat field. Green, lush grass sways in the light wind. The clear sky sucks the difference. Sun is shining. Warm, soothing, lively. She walks. Next to her is Damon. She feels love for him. So much so that it hurts deep in her chest. Love, passion, longing. She is happy to sing. Sad to make her cry. All at the same time. It's a full life. Intertwined love, life and hopelessness, death. As if he felt her thoughts, he turned to her and said, "Everything is as you feel. I said NO! You embraced death and surrendered to it... almost. I put a lot of energy into saving you. It will take a lot of strength and life energy to save us. You, me, our world. I will explain it to you. Later. Come over. In front of us is a tree with the largest and densest canopy imaginable. We are approaching. Thick fur rag next to the trees and smoked food served. Various types of meat, pies and cakes, and fruits and juices."

Everything in front of her was more than tempting.

"We're sitting," Damon said. "This is my surprise and a gift to you. The meat is from some completely different times and places. Be proud, this is how kings used to eat. This is a meal of power. You won't understand now. Once upon a time, food was not just food. It was a matter of life and death."

She did know what to say.

"Here, try the pheasant meat," he said and handed her a piece that she carefully bit into. She felt the incredible softness and juiciness of the meat, which simply melted in her mouth. Oh, the taste. It cannot be described in words. The sweetness just came from it. She took more. She also took a quail, then a turkey. Duck, and goose meat. Pork, boar, venison. She do not understand. She, who ate little and not a meat lover, just buried herself insatiably and constantly cried out more, more! Damon smiles and gives her a bite of power. Take it, tease her, try this, mix her greens and fruits, and she just radiate.

She wonder where did he get so much food and drink, as if she didn't take anything. Finally, the nectar-drink of the gods. Stunned, she was so upset. She was overwhelmed by passion and strong sexual desire like never before in her life. Her vision blurred as her heart galloped to her chest. Her sense of smell sharpens to the limit. She smelled Damon's strong animal scent enveloping her like fluid. She cried out in passion, a fire blazing inside her. Their hands touched.