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Sahar didn't need to eat. His role is to observe humanity over the ages with minimal interference and to spread the word of his great omnipotent master.
Yet, food intrigued Sahar. The smells, sights, and tastes. Spices, seasonings, and mixtures. Occasionally curiosity would push at Sahar's senses, and he would indulge in food, integrating himself with the now skydwellers to sample it.
Today the skydwellers are on the beach, huddled close together and barely wearing clothing in the summer. The small group set up a split and crochet with branches. The skewered meat is rotating over a fire lit with coals, leaves, and logs. The fat drips from the meat, sparking the fire and preferating its rich scent in the air.
Sahar blends in using his glamour. The skydwellers, not noticing at all, offer him a slice. He accepts and brings the piece to his mouth to bite into it. The skin is crispy from the roast. The fat from the meat is hot and tastes salty but good. The meat melts in his mouth and has a smoky taste. 'I have to introduce Shalem to this. She never goes out enough,' he thinks. Sahar asks for more, and they share the meal, the Speaker eating until he's satisfied. Sahar licks his lips and fingers, a hand resting on his full belly. He hiccups and burps some gas in contentment, covering his mouth with a fist. Sahar closes his eyes and leans back, sighing.
After eating meat, going down to the world to consume food became a habit. It helped pass the time, and Sahar could learn more about the culture and humanity, especially after his master split into two. It's been ages since the Omnipotent spoke to the Speaker, a buzzing noise much like static in the back of Sahar's head.
Sahar tried 'alcohol' next. A strange fermented drink, when sipped, made him feel warm and fuzzy. The drink is confusing since overconsumption results in various side effects, from discombobulation to what the skydwellers call "hungover" in the mornings from observing people consuming large quantities of the drink. Sahar strived to find out the elements and components of this beverage. The fermented drink called "wine" is his favorite for now.
Fruits and juices came next. Sahar tried these foods before, even before the event with the skydwellers with meat, since fruit is easily accessible and the Speaker can distinguish between poisonous and fit to consume. Sometimes the Speaker would eat them cut into pieces or gather them from trees and bushes. Apples are round and pretty but didn't settle well with him. Apples made Sahar feel bad all day, and he avoided them and all products made with them. Other fruits, such as mangos, pineapples (which, surprisingly, isn't a type of apple,) watermelons, and berries, are more acceptable. Sahar often found the fruits sold on beaches and in small stands. The stands displayed them whole or shaved-down slushies with ice that froze Sahar's tongue and numbed his brain.
As the skydwellers advanced with their ships and vehicles, Sahar blended in easily with the absence of glamor and partook in casual roles in society.
Food had various effects on his person. The Omnipotent one crafted Sahar to be as close to the skydwellers as possible. Although Sahar did not get, 'drunk,' he did experience thirst, after consuming crackers and ship food. The saltiness made his tongue tingle and his throat dry, craving water.
"Noodles" are long strings made with buckwheat, flour, or other ground-up grains turned into powder and usually bathed in a broth or with sea meats. Sahar never overindulged in food with humanity. He ate enough to be satisfied, rubbing his full-content stomach, but eating several bowls of noodles is tempting. So far, the noodles and the fruits are his favorites (excluding apples.)
Sahar taught himself to cook as his palate expanded and he gained more knowledge of skydweller cuisines. Learning is an easy task when you have lived for thousands of years. Through trial and error, Sahar preferred to eat rather than make. The clean-up is a hassle, and he's usually exhausted by the time he finally finishes cooking, being a perfectionist. Eating food and consuming drinks is more his style. Tasting a person's heart and soul pushed into the food they make and basking in the ambiance of eating a good meal around others.
The Speaker discovers his astral copy and attempts to cook for him, only to be met with defiance. He huffs, frustrated, but leaves Lucilius to his own devices. Sahar focuses more on his small and selfish desire for knowledge and the taste of foods.
One day, a merchant, an old skydweller who Sahar works within the ship docks, offers him a drink called "coffee". Sahar heard about this beverage, learning that Lucilius made a copy of Sahar called "Lucifer", who created it. Sahar stares at it in hesitation, his blue eyes squinting at the black murky brew in the metal mug that is questionable.
Sahar shrugs and takes the offered drink. He gulps it down, instantly regretting it. It's bitter and tart, making Sahar stick out his tongue and scrunch his face.
The merchant laughs. "Yeah, I made that face too, the first time I tried it kid. I heard coffee tastes better if you add sugar and milk, but we don't have it."
The speaker questions his copy's (brother's?) taste in drinks.
Sahar attempts to appeal to Lucilius again. He sees the rage and bitter ambition in his copy's eyes and actions. The Astral refuses to listen to reason and ignores Sahar, his wishes and pleas falling on deaf ears. Even the apple pie Sahar made (with frustration) is ignored.
At least Belial, Lucilius' aid and creation, ate it with a smirk.
The other primals and astrals didn't have the same passion and desire as Sahar did with food and drink. His master is closed off, static in Sahar's head. The Speaker is aimless and desolate as the world is turned asunder.
That is until he meets Sandalphon.
Sandalphon used to be his copy's spare (although nothing like Lucifer,) and now the Supreme Primarch, reminds Sahar of a rockfish. His mouth is venomous, words scathing towards Sahar and cold with others. The Speaker knows the problem between himself and the archangel and can easily pull the glamour away from his form to reveal his true self but can't help poking the hornet's nest to see Sandalphon puff up and get defensive.
Sandalphon stays with the skyfarer crew after stopping Lucilius' plans, the brunette running a cafe. Sahar wants to sample the coffee and sweets and asks, almost pleading with shiny blue eyes.
In return, Sahar is banned from the cafe.
Sahar is not deterred. He will keep on trying. In the meantime, now named Lucio, he spends his days on the Grandcypher. The crew, with their joyous, rambunctious energy keeps the Speaker entertained. Lucio is anything but bored, even though his master hasn't responded to this day.
"Hey Sahar, what's mayonnaise?" Salem questioned him. The blond executioner joined Lucio on the Grandcypher recently, without a purpose herself. She's been mooching foodstuff and partaking too much in Skydweller culture.
Lucio is fixing a sandwich when he replies, seeing Salem out of the corner of his eye draped over a table dramatically in the dining area. "It's a substance made with eggs and oil the sky dwellers created. It's hard to describe the taste." He brings Salem a ham and cheese sandwich with mayo and a hot cup of chocolate.
Salem stares hard at the sandwich and slowly picks it up as it attacks her. She bites into it and hums. "It's weird. I like it."
"Hahaha, I thought you would," Lucio says, sitting next to her, a sandwich and cup of coffee in his hands. He takes a sip and sighs.
"Hey Sahar, you think our master would like Skydweller food?"
Lucio hums, the rim of the coffee cup near his lips. "Maybe. If we see him again, why don't we offer the Omnipotent something simple like fruit or chocolates?"