IriS|SirI
Without missing a beat, Iris' hand was in the air, beckoning the waiter over. Then, she met the madam's gaze and held it when eyes narrowed in mischievous thought.
"Once, during a damp Flowerbirth month...", her voice turned low and soothing, like the calmingly familiar start to a children's tale. "... I spent a day and a half living in a tree stump in order to avoid the grizzly fate of being eaten by a murder of crows. I sustained myself on a handful of crackers and developed what seemed like a friendship with a very colorful spider." She concluded her tale by raising a glass to Meave.
"In retrospect, I think it was just preparing to eat me," she added with a shrug and took a sip, just as the waiter came to take her order. "A shot of gin, rum and vodka, each." She beamed a smile at Meave, a challenge dressed in a friendly veneer.
"Once, during a damp Flowerbirth month...", her voice turned low and soothing, like the calmingly familiar start to a children's tale. "... I spent a day and a half living in a tree stump in order to avoid the grizzly fate of being eaten by a murder of crows. I sustained myself on a handful of crackers and developed what seemed like a friendship with a very colorful spider." She concluded her tale by raising a glass to Meave.
"In retrospect, I think it was just preparing to eat me," she added with a shrug and took a sip, just as the waiter came to take her order. "A shot of gin, rum and vodka, each." She beamed a smile at Meave, a challenge dressed in a friendly veneer.
