Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eye, shining just the way I like
Knocking back her own drink, Seren coughed and spluttered when the contents burned her throat. Wine was one thing, she'd had that before, but this stuff hit different in a lot of ways.
"Well," she began, when she could breathe again. "Did I tell you about this one time I strayed into the Fingers? I was having a lovely old time, wandering about, looking for pirates... when this voice suddenly came echoing down the tunnels. Singing sea shanties, would you believe it?"
And so the girl launched off into a wild tale of spirits and adventure, where the truth soon strayed so far off track that the real origins paled in comparison. Something about a bet made, and wild competitions over a magic mirror that shattered and was gathered up again, until the spirit became so tired of Seren's alleged clever solutions that it threw its figurative hands in the air and stalked off, muttering about the woes of getting involved with demigods.
"... and that is how I came over this." With a gesture worthy of a street magician, Seren pulled a large tray from her pocket realm. White-washed and sea-battered, with glass mosaic re-fracturing the light of lanterns and torches all around.
It... may or may not be familiar to Maeve, as something that once belonged to a brothel they both knew. At the very least it certainly fit the gaudy style Seren imagined such a place should have.
"Well," she began, when she could breathe again. "Did I tell you about this one time I strayed into the Fingers? I was having a lovely old time, wandering about, looking for pirates... when this voice suddenly came echoing down the tunnels. Singing sea shanties, would you believe it?"
And so the girl launched off into a wild tale of spirits and adventure, where the truth soon strayed so far off track that the real origins paled in comparison. Something about a bet made, and wild competitions over a magic mirror that shattered and was gathered up again, until the spirit became so tired of Seren's alleged clever solutions that it threw its figurative hands in the air and stalked off, muttering about the woes of getting involved with demigods.
"... and that is how I came over this." With a gesture worthy of a street magician, Seren pulled a large tray from her pocket realm. White-washed and sea-battered, with glass mosaic re-fracturing the light of lanterns and torches all around.
It... may or may not be familiar to Maeve, as something that once belonged to a brothel they both knew. At the very least it certainly fit the gaudy style Seren imagined such a place should have.
Seren
