On the Subject of Flowers

She eyed the alpha as she introduced herself, head dipping in respect. When she dropped the jars and introduced them by name, Mercy sniffed at each jar. Two of them smelled sweet, but the other one almost burnt her nose. The girl jerked back her head as she sneezed, looking rather sheepish at her reaction. She watched as Birna took the first sip, and explained its effects on her. It made her cautious to try it, and she instead lapped up a bit of the substance that she called wine. Mercy smacked her lips together as its almost sweet, dry taste lingered on her tongue. It tasted like fermented fruit, like the rotten ones that sat on the ground of the Orchard. It was cold, like Birna said, but made her throat and tummy feel warm. Letting out a small giggle, she sniffed at the other jars again. "Its all warm in my belly, its so strange! I like it..." she muttered, still reluctant to try the stronger one, if it burnt her nose she had no idea what it would do to her belly.

"Speech"
'thoughts'