9th Night of Fall
Sayren had just collapsed on her bed. Another day wasted due to her injury. Hopefully the night would distract her from her misery. As her eyes closed. She was awakened again with the sound of a glass being hit hard onto some piece of wood. Her eyes opened up to see some Drykas boys roughhousing in a bar. She blinked a few times. Not quite sure how she got there. She glanced around and saw a familiar face greet her. It was her brother, Gravun. Sitting beside her with a drink.
"C'mon Sayren! You can do it!" He chanted.
Sayren's eyes widen, "Gravun!? But I can't drink!"
The brother chuckled as he placed the jar within her hands, "Don't be so scared Sayren! Dad's not around! Just drink it!"
The other drykas men even stopped to urge the woman on with the drink, "Drink! Drink! Drink!"
Sayren groaned and grasped the jar, "Fine!" And ushered the beverage down her throat. Chugging it as quickly as she could as the men jeered. When she finished, she slammed the jar down, only making the men cheer all the louder. She glared at Gravun, "You...petcher.." Hiccups. Her cheeks already flaring red.
Gravun roared with hearty laughter, "It's alright Sayren. Had to get you to drink at least one. Now c'mon let's get you to..." His eyes were distracted by something, held fast by something over Sayren's shoulder. A woman perhaps.
His facial expression quickly changed to a sly and charming grin as he said, "Why Hello there..." The pavi tongue slid off his tongue with such intrigue. Yeah. It was a woman. Sayren rolled her eyes as her brother got up and went over to introduce himself to this woman. By the sound of his displeased grunt, it was obvious the woman had rejected him. Now what woman could have such willpower to not spread her legs to her brother? Possibly one with a brain no doubt.
She finally glanced over at the two, just to glimpse at what such a woman would like.
