12-11-2019, 01:16 AM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]The only thing that Moth had drank in her life other than water had been lemonade and tea. Both were good drinks when you were sitting down and getting into a good book, and ever since she had learned how to read - and thus learned about lemonade and tea - she had decided that they were things that she wanted to drink. Now that it was getting colder outside and snow was beginning to flutter down to the earth every now and then, she had decided that she was going to drink more tea rather than the lemonade that she had grown to like so that she could stay warm while reading her books. There were other warming drinks that she had heard about, though some of them sounded weird. Hot chocolate was one of the ones she knew she shouldn't drink for it being chocolate, but one of the others she had found out about was alcohol, said to warm you up from the inside, but it also made you act different.
She didn't know how different it would have made her act, so Moth had never tried it before, and didn't plan to any time soon. She had never been close enough to the stuff either to recognize that the stench that covered Aurum was just that, but it burned her nose and made her face instinctively wrinkle up.
"A-aurum..." Moth would stammer out as she came close enough for the older male to hear her, but far enough away that she wouldn't have to smell him as much, "What're you doing out here calling Crowley for? What's that smell? What's going on?" She knew, at this point, that she sounded much like Feza or a child, asking all these questions, but she was concerned for the one she called her brother, so couldn't help it.
She didn't know how different it would have made her act, so Moth had never tried it before, and didn't plan to any time soon. She had never been close enough to the stuff either to recognize that the stench that covered Aurum was just that, but it burned her nose and made her face instinctively wrinkle up.
"A-aurum..." Moth would stammer out as she came close enough for the older male to hear her, but far enough away that she wouldn't have to smell him as much, "What're you doing out here calling Crowley for? What's that smell? What's going on?" She knew, at this point, that she sounded much like Feza or a child, asking all these questions, but she was concerned for the one she called her brother, so couldn't help it.