Aurican is not a cook. In fact, he is honestly at a lost on what to do with himself. He never prepared a meal that required more than just snapping the spine of a deer and roasting the carcass. In fact, he recalls as a wyrmling during his stay at Exsilium he more or less stayed in a raw diet, rarely eating anything cooked beyond his own fiery breath.
Aurican supposed he could just conjure up one of the salads common among Silvenesti elves, and he tried his best - but it is a pitiful effort. Half of what he needed were already in low supply due to the feast preparations already underway, and the other half is in his home world. But he made do, creating a salad that consisted of various lettuces, mushrooms, and onions, and small pieces of bacon and small smatterings of honey. (But not too much honey; Aurican tends to avoid a great deal of sweets, even Elven sweets.)
It's not home, it will never be home, and he has done a rather poor job of it, but by the wings of the Platinum Dragon, he's still going to be irrationally proud of it. So there.
During Dinner
As a dragon, Aurican has to eat a lot. More often than not he would rather hunt and devour an entire stag in a distant forest than continuously impose on the elves' wonderful dishes because his appetite can be relentless.
But still, despite his conservatism, Aurican enjoys his many dishes as he learns new cultures in each taste.
Drinking in a large glass of water, he gives a few more dishes another glance, wondering if he should cut himself off for the evening.
After Dinner
Normally after dinner with the elves he is off partying with them, singing their songs and dancing to their music and playing their instruments.
But since he is not with the elves, he notice that a lot of people are dozing. Apparently eating a large meal will do that to them. How boring.
Still, Aurican offers to help clean up, lacking anything else to do. ]
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Aurican is not a cook. In fact, he is honestly at a lost on what to do with himself. He never prepared a meal that required more than just snapping the spine of a deer and roasting the carcass. In fact, he recalls as a wyrmling during his stay at Exsilium he more or less stayed in a raw diet, rarely eating anything cooked beyond his own fiery breath.
Aurican supposed he could just conjure up one of the salads common among Silvenesti elves, and he tried his best - but it is a pitiful effort. Half of what he needed were already in low supply due to the feast preparations already underway, and the other half is in his home world. But he made do, creating a salad that consisted of various lettuces, mushrooms, and onions, and small pieces of bacon and small smatterings of honey. (But not too much honey; Aurican tends to avoid a great deal of sweets, even Elven sweets.)
It's not home, it will never be home, and he has done a rather poor job of it, but by the wings of the Platinum Dragon, he's still going to be irrationally proud of it. So there.
During Dinner
As a dragon, Aurican has to eat a lot. More often than not he would rather hunt and devour an entire stag in a distant forest than continuously impose on the elves' wonderful dishes because his appetite can be relentless.
But still, despite his conservatism, Aurican enjoys his many dishes as he learns new cultures in each taste.
Drinking in a large glass of water, he gives a few more dishes another glance, wondering if he should cut himself off for the evening.
After Dinner
Normally after dinner with the elves he is off partying with them, singing their songs and dancing to their music and playing their instruments.
But since he is not with the elves, he notice that a lot of people are dozing. Apparently eating a large meal will do that to them. How boring.
Still, Aurican offers to help clean up, lacking anything else to do. ]