< Does Zia drink with the three of you? >
Mother, does she ever.
Most Caelondians’ll tell you that the Ura are lightweights, that they can’t hold their own in a drinkin’ contest against a Squirt, let alone a sturdy Cael soldier. An’ for the most part, that’s true. Takes less of most drinks to fell an Ura — somethin’ in their blood turns the alcohol against ‘em real quick. They distill their own spirits, but when held up to the hearty brews we come up with, it’s like comparin’ firelight to sunlight. Maybe they can keep up in volume, but there ain’t no punch to a bottle of Terminal Tea.
And then there’s Zia.
Her father was a drinker, blood and heritage be damned. Can’t say I blame him, though — most Mancers were. Quick an’ easy way of forgettin’ your troubles, forgettin’ the things you did on a daily basis just for the sake of keepin’ things peaceful. But with Venn drinkin’ his liver into submission on a nightly basis, seems Zia picked up some tips along the way.
Not to mention the alcohol tolerance of a Skipper on shore leave.
‘Course, none of us knew that until the Kid challenged her an’ Zulf to a drinkin’ contest.
Leave it to our Zia to drink the two of ‘em under the table with a smile.
get ready to cry
1. Go here. Leave tab open.
2. Play this song.
3. Listen. Weep.
Some nights, you can forget things like the end of the world.
Nights like those, we stay awake and we stay together. We laugh, we drink, we tell stories, we sing songs—anythin’ to forget that we’re the only four people on this little floatin’ rock we call home.
Nights like those, the fire’s…