get on the beers

A rare thing it was to behold Monroe Cathmore smiling freely, laughing at some joke that was possibly too poor in execution, but the honeyed mead that passed through the lips of not just Cathmore, but others too, made them each more receptible to such terrible jests. It had been someone's...

For someone that was content with keeping to themselves and letting the Academy believe she was a ghost, to not exist ever in their lives... she was making quite a few friends with unintentional ease. Zephyrine rarely ventured out from the Academy besides the few missions, but after...