It's true that her first few weeks in Ardent have been taxing. There's still so much she has to figure out, so much to be calculated, so many paths she'll have to carve for herself... really, she just needs a drink. So, feeling like she's more than earned it, Leera glides silently into the dark orchard, her eyes searching for something fallen, something fermented.
It isn't long before she finds her treasure: a gnarled apple tree that has long since released its fruit. The cold ground it littered in rotting green apples, and the scent of them is sharp and bright in the air. Without so much as a split second of hesitation, Leera steps toward one of them, taking it in her teeth and swallowing the soft, rotten morsels.
When she's eaten her fill, more than enough to get rather tipsy, she leans back and closes her eyes. It's just a waiting game now as her stomach acid eats away at the fermenting fruit, depositing it slowly into her bloodstream like a morphine drip.
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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