X'cinna's Gift - Goblet, Night Ravens House.
Cinna laid down upon her ‘bed’ within the confines of a secure corner she shared with Aria within the Ravens’ house. Nowadays, Aria spends her time wandering what the Outsiders called the Goblet, although Cinna suspects she ventures into the lands called Thanalan and the large Outsider settlement of Ul’dah on occasion. She stares at the spear granted to her by the Outsider, Evangeline or ‘flower girl’ as she and Aria had come to call the eccentric Outsider, although she suppose it’s “Miss Primroseâ€now. The residence of the Ravens stinks of alcohol, perfume, rot and other unusual smells, although the former is not wholly unwelcome. Cinna has been drinking her way through the Ravens’ alcohol stores, and has been relatively unsatisfied with their potency; the large Outsider supposedly has a more potent collection, but Cinna has been unable to discover her stores, if there are any. At the very least, Cinna has started trying to recognize the symbols on the beverages as a means of discerning their likely alcoholic potency, it was far better than lazying about like a sluggish drake. The best drinks tended to have the word, ‘Limsa’ somewhere on the container, while those of ‘Gridiana’ have wider variety. The local brew from ‘Ul’dah’ varies widely as well, although most of it either tastes like swill or is overly flavorful. There were some bottles from “Ishgardâ€, a name Cinna recognized as the Outsider settlement closest to her homeland, of which her sept often raided wayward caravans originating or bound for the settlement.
She lazied swirls a bottle in front of her, another bottle of what Miss Primrose called ‘Rotgut’ from ‘Limsa’. This was the drink favored by the large Outsider and is one of the few drinks potent enough to overwhelm her. Cinna took a swag of the bottle, “Ahh~â€, her ears perk up as the alcohol took effect. She tried all of the different varieties of beverages within the house, tasted a variety of flavors and ‘proofs,’ a strange word. Cinna turns over on the bed, she tilted her head as her tail swirls about and wonders, why would anyone want to ‘prove’ something is a drink? Her amber eyes reflected off the bottle as she ponders this question. She turned her body around once more and beheld her growing collection of used bottles and flasks, occasionally she returned a container once the Masked Outsider or others make a fuss about it, but otherwise she couldn’t be bothered. Cinna places the bottle besides her makeshift bed before rolling onto her back, her tail sprouting beneath her raised upwards, playfully jerking around as she focused on the blue tip of her tail. The image of Anista playing with Nikha’s tail came into mind as she fidgets with the ends of her tail, she yanks back as she accidentally squeezes it. “Ouch~â€Â
Cinna softly petted her tail as a means of soothing her brief mistake, before sighing and closing her eyes. After a few moments, she felt like she was floating amidst a strong current, “Did I drink too much again~,†Cinna wondered yet too lazy to open her eyes. She should be lying on her bed as she was a few moments ago, therefore this must be another dream - the floating feeling elicited by her drunken stupor, although she was sure that she didn’t drink that much yet. A light flashed before her eyes and Cinna opened them in alert, ‘Did Aria set the stove on fire again?’ she wondered as she tried to spring to her feet, yet her feet felt if they were flailing in mid-air. In a panic, Cinna looked around and beheld a vast open space, not unlike the sea yet darkening around the edges, ‘Did I really drink that much? Or did ‘Miss Primrose’ spike the drinks? I was so careful…~’ Cinna scanned the horizon for a landmark before sensing a bright light from above. Looking up, Cinna beheld a star shower, not unlike the shooting stars of her homeland, yet much closer than she had ever seen them. “What?~â€, Cinna blinked before trying to avoid the oncoming meteors; however, she remained locked in place as the falling stars shoot past her. Hear. Feel. Think. A mysterious voice echoes in the distance…Â
Cinna suddenly jerked up on her bed, she looked around and felt the softness of the blanket blow her, she glanced at the bottle besides her bed and frowned.Â
Cinna laid down upon her ‘bed’ within the confines of a secure corner she shared with Aria within the Ravens’ house. Nowadays, Aria spends her time wandering what the Outsiders called the Goblet, although Cinna suspects she ventures into the lands called Thanalan and the large Outsider settlement of Ul’dah on occasion. She stares at the spear granted to her by the Outsider, Evangeline or ‘flower girl’ as she and Aria had come to call the eccentric Outsider, although she suppose it’s “Miss Primroseâ€now. The residence of the Ravens stinks of alcohol, perfume, rot and other unusual smells, although the former is not wholly unwelcome. Cinna has been drinking her way through the Ravens’ alcohol stores, and has been relatively unsatisfied with their potency; the large Outsider supposedly has a more potent collection, but Cinna has been unable to discover her stores, if there are any. At the very least, Cinna has started trying to recognize the symbols on the beverages as a means of discerning their likely alcoholic potency, it was far better than lazying about like a sluggish drake. The best drinks tended to have the word, ‘Limsa’ somewhere on the container, while those of ‘Gridiana’ have wider variety. The local brew from ‘Ul’dah’ varies widely as well, although most of it either tastes like swill or is overly flavorful. There were some bottles from “Ishgardâ€, a name Cinna recognized as the Outsider settlement closest to her homeland, of which her sept often raided wayward caravans originating or bound for the settlement.
She lazied swirls a bottle in front of her, another bottle of what Miss Primrose called ‘Rotgut’ from ‘Limsa’. This was the drink favored by the large Outsider and is one of the few drinks potent enough to overwhelm her. Cinna took a swag of the bottle, “Ahh~â€, her ears perk up as the alcohol took effect. She tried all of the different varieties of beverages within the house, tasted a variety of flavors and ‘proofs,’ a strange word. Cinna turns over on the bed, she tilted her head as her tail swirls about and wonders, why would anyone want to ‘prove’ something is a drink? Her amber eyes reflected off the bottle as she ponders this question. She turned her body around once more and beheld her growing collection of used bottles and flasks, occasionally she returned a container once the Masked Outsider or others make a fuss about it, but otherwise she couldn’t be bothered. Cinna places the bottle besides her makeshift bed before rolling onto her back, her tail sprouting beneath her raised upwards, playfully jerking around as she focused on the blue tip of her tail. The image of Anista playing with Nikha’s tail came into mind as she fidgets with the ends of her tail, she yanks back as she accidentally squeezes it. “Ouch~â€Â
Cinna softly petted her tail as a means of soothing her brief mistake, before sighing and closing her eyes. After a few moments, she felt like she was floating amidst a strong current, “Did I drink too much again~,†Cinna wondered yet too lazy to open her eyes. She should be lying on her bed as she was a few moments ago, therefore this must be another dream - the floating feeling elicited by her drunken stupor, although she was sure that she didn’t drink that much yet. A light flashed before her eyes and Cinna opened them in alert, ‘Did Aria set the stove on fire again?’ she wondered as she tried to spring to her feet, yet her feet felt if they were flailing in mid-air. In a panic, Cinna looked around and beheld a vast open space, not unlike the sea yet darkening around the edges, ‘Did I really drink that much? Or did ‘Miss Primrose’ spike the drinks? I was so careful…~’ Cinna scanned the horizon for a landmark before sensing a bright light from above. Looking up, Cinna beheld a star shower, not unlike the shooting stars of her homeland, yet much closer than she had ever seen them. “What?~â€, Cinna blinked before trying to avoid the oncoming meteors; however, she remained locked in place as the falling stars shoot past her. Hear. Feel. Think. A mysterious voice echoes in the distance…Â
Cinna suddenly jerked up on her bed, she looked around and felt the softness of the blanket blow her, she glanced at the bottle besides her bed and frowned.Â