What could one describe to compare to the Strawberry's flavor. If Taklinn had ever supped at the table of a King, or perhaps drank Honeyed mead with the Wood Elves, whilst dining on freshly hunted Venison? Nay, not these, nor his Mother's very own Apple Cake, not any of these had ever tasted so Delicious as this tiny little strawberry. Keeping his feet, though leaning against the stones of the pool, the Dwarf amazed at the taste, thinking...'What a Wine one could make from this stuff, or preserves.'
His thoughts occupying him, Taklinn fails to see Kaz's missile, until, looking up, he catches the strawberry square in the face, the small red thing staining his forehead.
Kael, being a bit more cautious, holds from sampling the fruit. though he notices movement from another pond. Something was moving about in there, some fish or frogs perhaps? Whatever it was, it seemed a bit larger than a goldfish..,
Aska, meanwhile moved off to stare in detatched amusement at some statues, these depicting Young Lovers caught in the act, with an enraged Older man racing to overtake them (though a rose-bush lay between he and they).
Takote sat upon a stoner bench, musing over the Sword that he had found, admiring it's brilliant edge, honed to a perfect sharpness unlike any he had ever seen.