Luna couldn't deny it anymore.
The smell of the chicken was absolutely tantalizing.
At first, she'd thought her senses were deceiving her.
The elves had always been taught to avoid the scent of cooking meat, to reject the idea of consuming it, to hold their noses high with the pride of their herbivorous heritage.
Yet now, as the golden aroma wafted through the air, wrapping around her like a warm embrace, her resolve began to crumble.
Her delicate nose twitched again and again, sniffing at the air as though trying to chase the invisible trail of scent.
But she shook her head violently, trying to resist.
'No! Stop it, Luna!'
She scolded herself internally, pressing her palms together.
'You're an elf! You're supposed to resist such temptations! You can't be lured in by meat!'
But it was hopeless.
As the minutes passed, the sizzling grew louder, and the smell thickened—spreading into the forest air like an enchantment.
