Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191230050209/@comment-5583506-20200102051220

Kashya did not know what the name of the dish implied, but supposed that she could be of help nonetheless. She started to cut the onion with demonic speed and precision, almost as if she instinctively knew just where to make the next incision, making each bit of similar size like the previous.

She had never cut onions in her entire life before, and thus could not help but to feel somewhat overwhelmed the moment she felt something wet escape her eyes.

It was a sensation she had not quite felt for some time; a feeling she thought she had suppressed by now, even though it was forced out by this stupid vegetable.

She dejectedly tried to wipe the tears away, but to no avail as they just kept coming. She tried to keep her face turned away from Helian, not wanting anyone to see her weep.