Every Little Thing She Does

While waiting for an answer, the small, dark wolf continually sipped from the gourd. It was now half full. If she kept drinking, she was going to be more than a mess in the morning. Hell, she might even vomit in her sleep. Who knew what adventures the night would hold? At least she wouldn't be sad. At least she wouldn't be wallowing in her own misery.

Rhythm seemed to go silent, the woman just relaxing in the soft grass. Iolaire corked the half full gourd and sat it nearby. Her vision as incredibly fuzzy and her brain was two or three paces behind her thoughts. She was feeling fine. Cool, relaxed and comfortable. Just what she wanted.

When Shiba answered the question, stating that her last name was Klein, Iolaire's glassy, green and gold eyes went wide for a moment before squeezing shut. The woman laughed aloud, pure amusement on her face. In her drunken state, she rolled in the grass a few times, bouncing right over the half full gourd in the process. When she stopped her roll, she fought to catch her breath, giggles still sneaking from her mouth though she tried to hold it together. "Gods, Shiba... Are you ever in the right place."

The tiny fae slowly worked herself to her paws, wobbling her was towards the pale faced fae. Once there, she swayed where she stood, but she kept it together. "The Ashen Armada is affiliated with the Ashen Empire. The Ashen Empire is run by the Empress Deathbelle." She grinned, pristine white teeth flashing. "Deathbelle Klein. There are loads of your family very nearby." Unable to stand any longer, the drunken healer sank to a seated position. "Congratulations, Shiba. Your search is over."