On the prowl (Ithea)

[Merc]

"....what do I need to do, Balyss?"

[Anastasia]

Balyss pulls out a silver flask and pushes it, "Have some! Let's celebrate!"

Sylvie shakes her head, "Better than her being upset. Honestly, we got tired of arguing. It seemed a little silly after the mess in the Astral. We aren't going to agree, but it's old news."

[Merc]

Ithea snorts. "Does that mean a friendship trip to the slaad's dungeon is in order once we're all sober again?" she asks, grabbing the flask and smelling it.

[Anastasia]

Oh wow, this is a strong batch. The scent hits you like a charging dire tiger, leaving your eyes watering.

"Oooh, that's a great idea!" Balyss declares, "Wonderful!"

[Merc]

"Holy crap this smell strongs..."

Ithea tries a sip of the alcohol.

[Anastasia]

Woah.

Woaaaah.

Woaaaaaaaah.

This is strong stuff. Stronger than normal, strong enough to make Ithea feel that sip.

[Merc]

Ithea makes a face, scrounching up her nose at that. "...that's some freaking strong stuff. Where'd you even dig this up?"

[Anastasia]

"Briiiightwater," Balyss smirks, "Where else, silly? The apples are from the Beastlands, I heard."

[Merc]

"Right," Ithea says. Then tries a few more sips, carefully getting used to the strong flavor.

[Anastasia]

It's strong as hell, no doubt. Balyss claps, "Drink up, make merry!"

Sylvie goes and grabs a seat, "At least she's not so far gone as to start chanting for you to chug." She smirks a little bit.

"Selune says women are just as good as men, even better in places. So why not drink like a man?" Balyss challenges back, hands on her hips as she drunkenly glares at Sylvie. "Chug, Ithea, chug!"

[Merc]

"Has Sylvie drunk? You don't look drunk," Ithea replies at that, but takes another sip. "And I'm not gonna chug. Waaaay too strong for that."

[Anastasia]

Sylvie smirks a bit, "Magic," she says, "I drank plenty." She then winks at Ithea.

Balyss grumbles, "Cheater," she says, "And you're missing all the fun!"

[Merc]

"I'm not a fan of hangovers, so don't expect me to drink this fast or drink too much more," Ithea says. "It's not so bad in sips, the kick feels almost a bit pleasant that way."

[Anastasia]

"Anyway," Sylvie says, "We made peace. After all, Balyss will be like this one day. Probably sooner than later," Sylvie adds pointedly, looking at Balyss's wings. "Selune favors her. Mortals of her power that gain favor seldom stay mortal for long. I just took control of my own destiny, that's all."

Balyss blows a raspberry, "Yeah, sure. Never seen much favor from Oghma for you. Oh, he doesn't mind you calling on him for your spells, but he doesn't support you, either. You're a fair weather follower and he knows it. It's why he didn't get upset and smite you."

Perhaps surprisingly, Sylvie doesn't react to that beyond rolling her eyes. "I've never claimed to be anything else. I don't need to sing songs or praise Oghma constantly to do things that please him. All the knowledge I learn, record and spread is amply enough for him. Why would he get in the way of that?"

[Merc]

"Hmph, so some day I'm going to be an old lady and you're all going to forget about me a few millenia from now. I see how it is," Ithea says with a sniff as she goes for a third sip. Or is it the fourth now? No, she's sure it's just been three. Damn, that's strong.