Mercury in gatorade

If she didn’t already have a mouth full of throat she would have tutted and shooed her cousin off. She could handle one little calf, but as it was she rolled her eyes and sighed out her nose as they got the offering situated. She spent an extra moment or two nudging the body until it lined up properly, head pointed in the right direction, because she knew if she didn’t then Iðunn would fuss with it once she was gone and that would completely defeat the purpose!

Chocolate tipped ears twitched back, almost laying flat against her skull, why did she have to go and make it awkward? “If you weren’t too proud to ask for help, you wouldn’t have to thank me.” She responded with a smirk, but prodding no further on what had the usually fiery priestess so sedate (clearly she was partaking a little more than usual). Were her teeth… longer? Wobbling? She didn’t let her concern show on her face, surely if she wanted to talk to someone about whatever had her troubled she’d go to San. Ró knew her unreliability had long since boxed her in the ‘call for a good time’ category, and she wanted it to stay that way.

“Speech”