rattle the cage

ASHE I'm not a girl.    Ashe grinned and lurched forward to take the bottle from Kiada, Soot giving an indignant chitter as he nearly toppled from her shoulders. "Excellent," she chimed back, tipping the bottle back for a long pull. She didn't even feel the burn this time. Her numb lower lip went between her teeth at Kiada's admission, and she nodded with a snort. "Last time I trained drunk ended poorly," she laughed.    Soot finished leaving spiderwebs drooping from Ashe's shoulders, and he clung tightly to her as she leaned forward to rub her fingers into Auni's fur as well, massaging his side and smiling at his softness. Soot clambered off of Ashe to make his way to the luxere's antlers once more.    A prank? Ashe sat up and nearly wobbled back with the laugh that burst from her chest. "Fuck yes," she agreed enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming a bit more gold than blue. She bit her lip and leaned back against her arms, splaying her legs out before her as she squinted at the vulture. "We... we could steal someone's shoes," she managed with a wicked grin. I'm a storm with skin.