Every whiskey that you're drinking
Charlie doesn’t flinch from the question or dress it in false mystery; she just lifts one blood-glossed shoulder in an easy little shrug that makes her curls bounce. "Not always," she chirps, utterly unbothered by imperfection or her shortcomings. "I mean, I make my educated guesses, sure, but half the fun is asking or trying a few things to see what people actually respond to." Her fire coils a little brighter under the vat, the simmer settling into perfect, velvety rhythm. "I’ve been doing this for hundreds of years, though," she adds with a wrinkled nose, as if the number is both too large and too funny to take seriously. "Patterns pop out eventually."
Thal’s playful accusation draws a bright trill of laughter, warm as a hearth and sharp as a spark, and Charlie’s grin widens with unabashed delight. "If I do have an agenda," she says, fanged smile glinting, "it’s not one I ever try to hide." She leans in just enough for the candlefire to catch her blue eyes, letting that strange, earnest warmth slip back into her voice. "I’m here to serve Dygra in whatever capacity she requires of me. That’s it." It is an agenda in some ways, sure, but the transparency softens it, turns it into an invitation rather than a veiled trap. At least, that’s how she’s always seen it.
The priestess gestures with a flourish toward another of the metal holders, its little clamp ready for the next bone Thal has just worked free. "Slide it right in there," she encourages, humming appreciatively at the slick, satisfying sound of bone separating from tendon. "And yes, you absolutely should visit more often." Then she laughs, a warm, lilting sound that twines through the shadows like music. "Though I don’t just work out of the Temple," she adds, leaning back with playful pride. "I’ve been spending a bunch of time at the Dusklight lately. Have you been?"
Thal’s playful accusation draws a bright trill of laughter, warm as a hearth and sharp as a spark, and Charlie’s grin widens with unabashed delight. "If I do have an agenda," she says, fanged smile glinting, "it’s not one I ever try to hide." She leans in just enough for the candlefire to catch her blue eyes, letting that strange, earnest warmth slip back into her voice. "I’m here to serve Dygra in whatever capacity she requires of me. That’s it." It is an agenda in some ways, sure, but the transparency softens it, turns it into an invitation rather than a veiled trap. At least, that’s how she’s always seen it.
The priestess gestures with a flourish toward another of the metal holders, its little clamp ready for the next bone Thal has just worked free. "Slide it right in there," she encourages, humming appreciatively at the slick, satisfying sound of bone separating from tendon. "And yes, you absolutely should visit more often." Then she laughs, a warm, lilting sound that twines through the shadows like music. "Though I don’t just work out of the Temple," she adds, leaning back with playful pride. "I’ve been spending a bunch of time at the Dusklight lately. Have you been?"
Charlie
You'll be thinking how I burn like that
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
