"What flavour do you wish to acquire?"
"Something mildly sour? All the expecting females seem to have a craving for such taste." She replies and I nod wincing to the piercing sadness in my heart her words give way to. I...I am still not pregnant and I never fail to feel the searing questioning stares of the elders as they pass by. They are getting restless and impatient just like me.
There is this bitter voidness that has been growing within me whenever I look at the swollen bellies of the soon to be mothers and without my mate by my side that emptiness has been smothering me every night.
"You can infuse lemon and mint leaves directly into the meat. It will give that aftertaste the females are desiring for." Moira pays heed to my words and instantly moves towards the cutting board to slice up the lemon whilst I gather the leaves and stand beside her to rinse them in a bowl filled with fresh water.
