SACRIFICE TO THE MOON (Completed) #Wattys2020

CHAPTER 22

      Waya didn't think it through in his mad rush, he had neglected to pack done food from the old man's abode. All they had was an enormous amount of un processed milk.
       Freya noticed this but to teach him a lesson she refused to alert him.
    However, she came to pay the consequence for Waya seemed impervious even to hunger. The journey from Algar to Malabour  endured for four days.
      Grand commander Freya patiently endured the first day of the journey without food surviving only on milk.
      However at the end of the second day she could no longer contain it she hopped off the moving carriage and landed gracefully on the side road, much to the dismay of Waya.
       "What are you doing?" Waya yelled in near disbelief.
          "Am off to find myself some food." Freya yelled in return.
          "We're just two days away from Malabour, we don't need food, we've got milk".
          "No, you don't need food. I don't know what you're made of but am of flesh and I need food"
       Waya expired in a annoyance.
        "Where do you intend to get food?"
       Freya ignored him and proceeded to make her way into the bush.
    Waya knew she intended to hunt.
         "You don't have any weapons." Waya yelled after her. Undeterred, she persevered in her tracks.
     Grand commander Freya detached a branch from a tree and sharpened one end of it with her dagger.
       Armed with a makeshift spear she wandered deep into the bush in search of a quarry.
     She spotted an elk, the animal strutted majestically in the dense bush.
      Stealthily, she crept towards him. When she was satisfied with the distance she inclined the spear with accuracy only a grand commander could achieve.
       With a muffled grunt,she hurled the spear. The elk didn't stand a chance as the makeshift spear impaled it through the neck.
        The kill impressed Waya who was watching from afar, he had no choice but to clap.
      With the aid of her dagger, she dehorned the elk smearing blood on her herself in the process.
        Waya watched with admiration as she skinned the animal. She proceeded to chop the meat into tiny pieces.
         Waya still watched her keenly as she made a fire.
    She obtained whatever seasoning she could find from the bush.
      She found a branch, cleaned it the best she could and impaled the meat with it. She painstakingly hovered the meat over the fire roasting it in the process.
       Freya laid out the meat for herself and the prince.
     Waya took one look at the meat and decided it would taste terribly. His taste buds did not disappoint him for the meat was truly horrible.
      However Freya ate the meat with so much gusto, one would think it was the best tasting meat on earth.
      When the grand commander had her fill she advanced deeper into the bush.
     Waya knew she was looking for a pond of some sorts so she could wash the blood of her.
       Waya wasn't one to ignore a beautiful lady bathe. Without thinking, he followed Freya closely.