Soft lips enclosed around the thin branch, the teeth behind them grasping and pulling it away from the tree. Her first attempt was successful; the sweet-looking fruits were free, ready for her consumption. She examined each greenish bulb that she had eradicated in turn, her glowing eyes searching for the perfect shape and color. Smiling, the kin made her choice. She yearned for the sweet flesh of her favorite fruit, its juices dripping off her lips and onto the ground below. Eagerly, the Kimeti's teeth closed around their green prize, her tongue awaiting the gratification. Instead, the tartness sent her reeling back in surprise. Although it appeared to be the sweetest of all, she had chosen a Bitter Apple.