Skye woke up with her fingers twitching and her mouth… confused. Her eyes hadn't even fully opened, but the thought hit her like a strange dream she couldn't shake.
Ostrich lap. What would that even taste like? But that was what she wanted, that was what she needed. She craved that.
She lay still for a moment, blinking into the ceiling. The craving pulsed behind her teeth. It wasn't hunger, it was obsession. Her tongue was already trying to summon the flavour she'd never had.
Salty? Chewy? A bit wild, maybe? Its legs would have to be strong, they run every day and every time and its neck would be stretchy.
She groaned, rubbed her eyes, and sat up.
"Must be the baby," she muttered, dragging her feet to the floor.
"Has to be. Expensive taste, expensive father and an expensive lifestyle." She convinced her, there was a reason why she was craving something so exotic, so rare that she couldn't even fathom where the idea came from.
