After having a particular exhausting visit with her brother, Chanda found herself wandering aimlessly around Moonfall, her head hung low as her mind stirred through various thoughts and memories. A dull ache slowly built itself up behind her eyes and she rubbed them uselessly. A witch in turmoil he’d called her. He’d laughed while he said it too; like it was all a phase she was going through. And maybe it was a phase, the nightmares, the feelings of inadequacy, the burning desire to be a protector…a low growl emitted from her throat as she recalled his flippancy about it all. “Relax he said,” she muttered to herself as she shuffled along, a bit more grumpily now. “Have a drink with me, he said. Only then he said I couldn’t yet. But what’s the point of that stuff anyways? It’s not even magical.”The tiger mononoke suddenly found herself at the door of a tavern, people shuffling around her as she stared blankly up at the sign. “Acchī taraha sē. Agara ina sabhī lōgōṁ kō śāyada mēṁ jā rahē haiṁ vahām̐ yaha karanē kē li'ē kucha hai... (Well. If all these people are going in maybe there is something to it…)” Chanda strode into the bar, tail twitching a bit as her senses were overwhelmed with a barrage of stimuli. She could smell the alcohol in the air, the drunkenness of the patrons, a slightly tangy smell of vomit lurked in a corner somewhere, and above it all was a heady scent she was not familiar with. A more experienced mononoke would have recognized it immediately as lust.
Her tiger ears flattened as the boisterous conversations only served to intensify her headache. She had half a mind to leave but…but she had already decided to try this stuff and there was a quiet spot at the end of the bar that seemed like it was particularly inviting. She headed over to it and sat on one of the stools, ignoring the leers (she assumed it was because she was a mononoke and not because she was, well, a she) that followed her there.
“What’ll I do ya for pretty lady?” The bartender asked as he wiped down the counter in front of her. Chanda blinked big, confused blue eyes at him. What the hell was she supposed to ask for? Something amber and smelly? Cause really that’s all she knew about this alcohol stuff.
