Phobos
Hot Headed

Sticks and Stones
Commenor
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Phobos found herself becoming more active at night, not really wanting to interact with people in the daytime. She had become keenly aware that she was... wrong, in a sense. The Ashspawn drew attention to herself in ways she didn't really like, prefering to not have to explain what she is to every being she meets. Or really, her lack of understanding about what she is. Of course, as the days passed, the young woman would find herself feeling a sensation that she knew she would have to go near people to solve: Hunger.
But she couldn't just eat anything. No. Phobos, being the strange entity that she was, had a craving for gemstones. Unfortunately they seemed to be highly valuable at every corner she turned around. A small festival on Commenor, further from the spaceport and close by the sea, was one such location where they seemed to be impossible to get. She watched from a distance as one booth sold what was being called Chrysopaz, all but out of reach.
Still, there was one booth that was left unattended near an alleyway, one which seemed to have exactly what she needed to sustain herself. Gemstones of all different colors! They were all even prepared ornately on sticks, almost as if they were begging to be eaten. Phobos didn't want to stoop to the low of stealing, but she was rather hungry. One. She took one, fleeing into the night to an abandoned peer to observe the colorful gemstones on a stick that she had procured for herself. The Ashspawn let the gems enter her mouth, crunching down and... Slowly retracting them. They weren't gemstones at all.
It was nothing more than colorful sugar.
Phobos could really only hang her head in embarrassment. It felt like she was so close to finally getting something in her system, and yet it all was effort wasted. She couldn't even eat what she had stolent.
All the Ashspawn could do now was just look out at the ocean, sitting on the end of the peer. She was so hungry...