"It's a shame. I suppose it's too much for you. Lord Hades says that only true divinities truly appreciate the pomegranate seed."
Eating more of the seeds, he looked at the woman.
A faint eyeroll would follow as she released the other's face.
โ Foolish little bird, I do not consume tainted foodstuffs. Especially ones with the distinct stench of the underworld. โ
It seems she is distrustful, which is perfectly natural. So, without hesitation, the owl starts chewing right in front of her and then swallows. Nothing bad!
"Please donโt be suspicious! I only want to help you. Here, try it yourself."
Holding the seeds in her palm she would roll one between her fingers, her free hand gripping his chin to squeeze his mouth open before placing said seed on his tongue.
โ You tell me, chew. Swallow. Report. โ
With a small smile, trying not to die on the spot, the owl can only cling to the hope of staying alive... After all, he has barely left the Underworld โ he doesnโt want to go back!
"So, how do they taste? I hope you like them!"
A cold glare would fall on the seeds, such a paltry offering.
โ You would offer a Goddess this tainted fruit from the underworld? Such blasphemy is tantamount to- โ
Exhaling deeply she would rub her temple slowly.
โ I will judge you on your intent, so for that I accept. โ
Idon't know who made that outfit! I can only offer you something to soothe your anger... Oh, I know. Here, these pomegranate seeds. I brought them from hell and they might help you forget about it, or at least give you something to eat while you wait.
Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Urd. Hopefully we can get along, despite the less-than-optimal accommodations Chaldea provides for Mages and Heroic Spirits alike.