Fall 60th, 511 AV
Like little monsters hammering at her skull the alcohol washed through her blood. The burn washed away memories of a time when she could not, was not, alive. Scales glittering in dappled sunshine, the crack of eggs as they fragmented under the noses of newborns. That was not her life. It was someone else's. She wished to escape it, needed to escape it. If only she could slip into the warm embrace of sleep again.
She settled instead for the Withering Rose and her ale, but that soon grew tedious.
The Sun and Stars Tavern was next.
She stumbled her way there, aching to feel sick, to feel something and wash the taste of deer off her tongue. Why was there deer on her tongue anyway? Was it caught in the fork? How...?
That was wrong. Siofra wasn't in her snake body. Leth laughed down at her, cheekily smirked at her as she swayed into that quaint little bar she'd walked by once or twice. Once again, the House watched her progress, laughing at her as well. Water soaked her feet, but why was there water? She couldn't make heads nor tails of it. For all she knew, Alvadas rarely allowed rain. Or rarely since she'd come. What was this?
Indigo eyes, muddled by drink, tilted down in a white face. There was indeed water on the ground. A good inch or two, maybe three. She didn't know. Siofra was lucky to count that high. They don't teach Dhani how to count much anymore in the Conundrum.
They don't teach Dhani anything at the Conundrum that they don't already know.
A giggle passed her lips and she stopped, motionless, fearing that the giggle preceded some attack. Alvadas was laughing at her. With her. With Leth. She let another sound out and stifled herself, summoned her flat face, as she came to her new patronage.
Would she die if she drank enough?
One could only hope, these days. Siofra was starting to find the gloom depressing, the mortals wearisome. What she wouldn't do to find scales out there, or to change her form and hunt something helpless, like a human. How boring life could be if she was stuck in her horned shape for eternity.
Siofra's train of thought came to a halt as she entered the Sun and Stars and set her eyes upon the cieling. Almost, very nearly, tears danced to the corners of her eyelids. It was beautiful. She was emotional with her indisposition. The stars traveled along the expanse of black, making her ache for Lhavit and its ageless, sacred beauty that Alvadas couldn't compete with. Lhavit was the closest to home. She wished for Alvadas, that boring city.
Her head lowered, her chin tucked down, as she eyed the people in the bar for an empty table. She made her way to one against the wall, keeping her head tucked so her horns had a better chance of being concealed. Her eyes sharpened somewhat as a mixture of fetid odours washed over her and she took a seat at an empty table for six. Immediately she leaned back, her head bumping into the wall, and closed her eyes.
Someone ought to hurry on by and keep her drunk or give her their time, before she grew bored.