She stumbles inside the first building she sees, feathers stuck to her clothes and hair. Blackwings took a piece of her with them. She didn't see the sign outside on account of the wings beating at her face. She doesn't know she's stepped into Tumbler, only bar on this spire. They brew their spirits from whatever gets brought to them. They've got fruit proofs, fire proofs, meat and veg proofs. Everything they could think to turn into liquor, and some stuff that can't all the same. The Girl collapses. She's not thinking about drinking. Well, not until she looks up, that is. She sees all the bottles, lined up ready to go on parade, and she starts wondering. Girl's never had a serious drink before. She's never been in a mess like hers before neither though. Goes from bottle to bottle, reads each label, then turns away. Wonders aloud after the couple who run Tumbler. Doesn't know the couple, never did, never will. They're gone now, taking their brewing secrets with them. She decides to sit and wait a spell. Wonders where everyone is. Poor Girl. The quiet creeps up on her, sly and smooth, like the first taste of ebshine she sips. The spirit stalks the Girl, creeps up close, and before she knows it, her head's on the table. Out like a light, alone among Tumbler's bottles.
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A Simple Story
Fantasy~ A Skies of Fortuna Tale ~ "It's a simple enough story to start, and it starts like so many do. It starts with a storm." So begins the account of a lost girl exploring a dangerous, secret mountain in the sky. Shipwrecked and abandoned, she begins t...
