17th of Summer, 516 AV
Urkut had never been a heavy drinker, but The Star's Shadow was too beautiful of a bar not to visit. The entire open air courtyard where she was seated was cast in a starry, ethereal glow even though it was hardly midday. The trees, the candles, even the drinks on the tables seemed to radiate the marvelous light. Urkut was stunned.
The locals, though, seemed unphased. They walked to their tables where they sat about and chatted as though it were any other afternoon. Most were drinking lightly with a bit of food for a meal, but a few, such as Urkut seemed to be there only to admire the place and its inhabitants. A tall woman with flowing hair eventually wandered over to Urkut, apparently acting as a server.
"Anything I can get for you, sweetie?"
Urkut hesitated. Although it was but midday, the lighted drinks were fascinating. And if she didn't get one now, who knew when she would get a chance? "I want one of..." She stopped, unsure what to call them. "The star drinks? With the light?" Embarrassed by her Common, she pointed to one on another table. "Like that?"
The woman giggled in a way that was not unfriendly and nodded. "Sure thing. They're called Lhavitian Glows, just so you know." The woman winked conspiratorially. "But you can call them whatever you like as long as you can get me the 2 Kina."
Two Kina? These better be amazing, Urkut thought, but she dished out the money anyway. The woman was gone almost instantaneously, and back in less than a chime. She deposited one of the glowing glasses on the table, grinning the way Urkut imagined a fashionista might when you tried on her dress.
"You go slow now, those things are pretty powerful." And with that, she vanished, whisked away to another table to chatter with someone else.
Urkut peered into the glass suspiciously. Powerful? Powerful meant strong, she knew, but she could not remember for the life of her what that had to do with drinks. And besides, She reasoned, I'm strong, too. So she tipped the drink to her lips and took a nice, big swig.
Immediately, she sputtered and coughed, spewing out a good portion of the drink. Though it was beautiful, the taste was disgustingly sweet, and stung her throat with the burn of alcohol. Urkut could already feel her head spinning and her vision swimming as the drink settled in her stomach. Caught off guard by the sudden lack of awareness, Urkut's hand immediately dropped to her side, where her beloved scimitar hung, partially concealed by her baggy shirt.
"Ah," Urkut grumbled aloud, fingering the hilt of her weapon nervously, "Powerful."
Urkut had never been a heavy drinker, but The Star's Shadow was too beautiful of a bar not to visit. The entire open air courtyard where she was seated was cast in a starry, ethereal glow even though it was hardly midday. The trees, the candles, even the drinks on the tables seemed to radiate the marvelous light. Urkut was stunned.
The locals, though, seemed unphased. They walked to their tables where they sat about and chatted as though it were any other afternoon. Most were drinking lightly with a bit of food for a meal, but a few, such as Urkut seemed to be there only to admire the place and its inhabitants. A tall woman with flowing hair eventually wandered over to Urkut, apparently acting as a server.
"Anything I can get for you, sweetie?"
Urkut hesitated. Although it was but midday, the lighted drinks were fascinating. And if she didn't get one now, who knew when she would get a chance? "I want one of..." She stopped, unsure what to call them. "The star drinks? With the light?" Embarrassed by her Common, she pointed to one on another table. "Like that?"
The woman giggled in a way that was not unfriendly and nodded. "Sure thing. They're called Lhavitian Glows, just so you know." The woman winked conspiratorially. "But you can call them whatever you like as long as you can get me the 2 Kina."
Two Kina? These better be amazing, Urkut thought, but she dished out the money anyway. The woman was gone almost instantaneously, and back in less than a chime. She deposited one of the glowing glasses on the table, grinning the way Urkut imagined a fashionista might when you tried on her dress.
"You go slow now, those things are pretty powerful." And with that, she vanished, whisked away to another table to chatter with someone else.
Urkut peered into the glass suspiciously. Powerful? Powerful meant strong, she knew, but she could not remember for the life of her what that had to do with drinks. And besides, She reasoned, I'm strong, too. So she tipped the drink to her lips and took a nice, big swig.
Immediately, she sputtered and coughed, spewing out a good portion of the drink. Though it was beautiful, the taste was disgustingly sweet, and stung her throat with the burn of alcohol. Urkut could already feel her head spinning and her vision swimming as the drink settled in her stomach. Caught off guard by the sudden lack of awareness, Urkut's hand immediately dropped to her side, where her beloved scimitar hung, partially concealed by her baggy shirt.
"Ah," Urkut grumbled aloud, fingering the hilt of her weapon nervously, "Powerful."