With an uncomfortable sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, it dawned on Abrial how long it had been since she and Finley had eaten together, or even had a real conversation. The only time they'd seen each other lately was at night. And even then, only sometimes, since Abrial usually fell asleep the moment her head hit her bedroll, and Finley glided into the tent some time after late into the night.
"I have to go and find her later," Abrial muttered to herself over a bowl of white noodle soup at lunch as she sat alone. "She should be at the feast. I'll go talk to her then. Yeah! That's a good idea."
There was definitely going to be good food at a feast, so of course Abrial had decided to go. Good food = happy. A full stomach = happy. Salt and spice and sugar = happy! Plus, the idea of finally sitting down to eat with Finley made the idea of a feast even more appealing, and a bright grin shone on Abrial's face all day.
