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Who: adelina
Broadcast: voice
Action: on the golden if you so desire
When: 9/14

[there's a short pause after the feed clicks on before a voice can be heard; when she does begin to speak, her voice sounds thoughtful, almost sentimental.]

I didn't think I would grow older while I was still here. That is, we grow older each day, but I trust you all catch my meaning regardless. It's a strange thing, to gain a year so far from home.

[a pause.]

I don't wish for a celebration or any gifts, but one thing I would enjoy is to hear stories. Legends or fables from your world, or experiences that you yourself have had. I find this sort of thing fascinating, truly. I would be happy to reciprocate as well.

Regardless, thank you all for your time.

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[she shrugs a shoulder, pouring herself a drink, finally.

. . . and one for Lace. You ain't getting out of this]

I did not see the point.

Then I suppose we can take this opportunity to signify both of them. After all, you did say this wasn't a celebration, didn't you?

[she glances at the drink]

What is it?

Absolutely not. [she huffs a little] My birthday is not until the winter, months from now. And this is your day, not mine.

[she takes a sip] Scotch. A friend introduced me to it.

And how long has it been since you did something for it? Isn't it quite past time to do so, if you don't typically celebrate?

[she takes a sip as well, making a face as it goes down]

The flavor isn't at all what I expected. You were correct before, too... It is very strong.

[she wrinkles her nose] I was - fourteen? The last time it was celebrated on the day proper. [dryly] I'm going to live hundreds of years, Lace. Why bother celebrating it?

[she quirks a smile behind her glass and takes a longer drink]

It is, that's why I like it.

Though it certainly won't be that long, I intend to live quite a while as well. Does that make mine less worthy of celebration?

[she takes another drink, slower this time]

I will admit that it's like nothing I've tasted before. Are you sure - doesn't an entire bottle seem a bit much?

Given that you have a significantly shorter life than mine, I think it is more worthy of celebration. [it comes out a little deadpan]

Are you saying you cannot handle a couple of drinks, dear?

[she leans forward, cupping her chin in a hand]

I'm afraid you're wrong on both counts. Pour me another?

[her lips twitch, but she refills both of their glasses]

Then I invite you to prove it. On both counts.

I'm uncertain as to how the first order of business can be proved. As for the second, however...

[she takes a larger sip of the drink this time with a quirk of her lips and a few blinks]

I think I shall.

Perhaps on the first count, we can simply agree to disagree.

[you have fallen into her trap, Lace no]

I wish you luck on the second count.

[glances towards the bottle, then back towards clover]

You aren't going to do the same?

[she raises both eyebrows, then downs her glass in one go]

[w o w

downs the rest of her glass]

You must have experience with this sort of thing.

I do drink often, yes.

[she refills both of their glasses again] When I was younger, I'd spend a lot of time with dwarves. One must build a tolerance if one wishes to keep up with their drinking habits.

Dwarves?

[a laugh]

I imagine you could easily drink more than them. They're rather small, aren't they? It doesn't take much for them to become overwhelmed.

On the contrary - they're quite the drinkers. Their ale is some of the strongest I've ever had.

Not as strong as this, certainly.

[takes another sip]

I must wonder who introduced you to it.

No, not as strong as this.

[she tilts her head]

To this drink in particular? Charles did.

I see. You must be very fond of it.

[a pause]

But if I recall correctly, you promised me a story.

I like strong alcohol. [a shrug] The stronger the better.

[she may be an alcoholic]

That I did. What sort of story do you want? [she pauses] I do not know a lot of happy ones.

I would like to hear whatever you'd like to tell me.

You have to give me some direction, Lace.

That wasn't direction enough? Very well.

I'd like to hear about your village. Before... [the bad thing happen]

[her expression freezes for a moment before she sighs quietly]

Very well. Have I ever spoken of or shown you what they did for us when we came of age?