A long yawn came out of Raziel as she sat down at an empty table in the cafeteria. She seemed to do that quite a bit now a days. The price of leading a dual life. Oh well that was a problem for another time, right now was time for lunch. Before Raziel was two large plates piled high with food. Behind her her tail swiped back and forth betraying her excitement of the event to come. In all honesty she thought that the thrill of food would wear off after so long outside of the orphanage, but it never did. Each time she ate it was an event, something to cherish, something she was thankful for. Yet deep down a part of her still feared that each time she ate might be her last, that she would end up on the streets, having to steal what she could to survive.
Oh well that was not important enough to worry about when there was a ton of food just waiting to be devoured. There was more than a hint of anticipation on her face as Raziel tried to decide what to eat first. The bread? Some of the meat? Fruits? Vegetables? Cheese? Deciding not to decide she reached for a random food item and gabbed it. There was almost no time for her to consciously realize what she had grabbed before she had shoved it into her gullet. It was warm, and juicy, meat it was meat. Oh how Raziel loved meat, out of all of the foods it had to be her favorite.
Oh well that was not important enough to worry about when there was a ton of food just waiting to be devoured. There was more than a hint of anticipation on her face as Raziel tried to decide what to eat first. The bread? Some of the meat? Fruits? Vegetables? Cheese? Deciding not to decide she reached for a random food item and gabbed it. There was almost no time for her to consciously realize what she had grabbed before she had shoved it into her gullet. It was warm, and juicy, meat it was meat. Oh how Raziel loved meat, out of all of the foods it had to be her favorite.