Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180123123931

(S9/General) Being a creature of instinct, Tirush has temporarily left her little group in order to find more food. At the buffet, the cook has kindly (and bemusedly) loaded her a plate with a half dozen medium-rare steaks. As she does so, Tirush pokes around the adjacent table, looking at the drinks there. Among the alcoholic drinks that she's not interested in, she finds a ceramic jug with 'XXX' printed on the side. Curious, she picks it up and takes a sniff.

It smells strange, like old apples. Sweet, but in a different way. Lifting and tilting the jug, she takes a sip.

...Not bad. Odd, like burning apples. But not bad.

She simply takes the whole jug and, seeing her steaks are done, picks up the plate, thanks the cook, and leaves.

On the way back, she finds Kittycut by herself in a corner, sad and drinking herself under. Tirush pauses in her trek, balancing her meal. She looks at the sword spirit oddly, as if she were seeing an anomaly.

"Why are you here, by yourself? This is a happy occasion.  Why do you weep?"