AINO
The glass of spirits conjured out of thin air and arcana made Aino laugh. Accepting it, she raised the glass at Deimos in a toast, before knocking it back in one. It was better, much better in fact, and even accustomed to the searing liquids Halo managed to produce she had to take a moment as the burn made her eyes water.
"You, my good man, are taking all the fun out of this," Aino pointed out when she was able to breathe again. Lipping the dregs from the rim, she looked around for somewhere to put the glass; then shrugged and pocketed it. "Is there anything you can't make?"
Outlander or not, it felt like she was talking to a Halovian born and raised. A good sign, if she was a judge of character. "Your Isilme must have been a restless place to live," she acknowledged. "Seems it didn't manager to rot your spirit though, and for that I'm grateful. If I can convince me mum, I might take you up on that offer. At this point, it can't hurt to at least try."
"You, my good man, are taking all the fun out of this," Aino pointed out when she was able to breathe again. Lipping the dregs from the rim, she looked around for somewhere to put the glass; then shrugged and pocketed it. "Is there anything you can't make?"
Outlander or not, it felt like she was talking to a Halovian born and raised. A good sign, if she was a judge of character. "Your Isilme must have been a restless place to live," she acknowledged. "Seems it didn't manager to rot your spirit though, and for that I'm grateful. If I can convince me mum, I might take you up on that offer. At this point, it can't hurt to at least try."
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
