Blondes Battle

part 3

The Question in his head was answered by the young boys doings. Not far from where the plants used to grow stood a staple, hidden by the surrounding mountains. Before he had a chance to take in all impressions the young one was already headed towards a little bonfire not burning too bright but still radiating enough heat to warm his clothes. Thoughts so focused on the lamb sauce, he hadn't even realised his sweat or the thirst and hunger now nagging him.

Once again the ominous other blonde managed to interrupt his flow of thoughts. All of his doings were unpredictable and spontaneous making it even harder to figure out what great plan was planted in this little head.

But even impulsivity has its limits.

A terribly rough and loud outburst of anger and disbelief trembled all present travellers and workers. They all inspected the situation with curiosity hoping to find what upset them man so much.

„Didn't you all just see that? What the fuck are you planning?"

The boy just stood there, startled. A confused look on his face. An expression shared with the other spectators.

„Do you think you can cook by just throwing in a few plants and some raw meat into a bonfire?"

No one disagreed.

The ingredients the boy was holding slowly fell victim to gravity, gliding into a small metal pot over the flames. Is this how you cook in this world?

Sceptically he inspected the scene. As soon as vegetables and an ominous meat hit the pots surface the started dancing. What was this magic? Surely nothing he had ever witnessed before.

Seconds later the blonde boy happily presented the result of his doings. Now the older became even more baffled. Apparently the possibility to produce food with a scent from heaven and looks that could catch anybody's attention, by just randomly throwing them into a heated bowl were greater than zero.

"How did you do that?" the man asked. Curiosity overweighting the feeling of failure for not knowing better.

"How did you turn a few weeds into such a magnificent roast?"