Maybe it's a dream

"I don't know" Wren admitted, stifling her coughs "never had wine before" It wasn't as strong as she made it out to be, but to her inexperienced mind she was already feeling the effects of it. The land around them felt stifling and humid, or was it just her? "when I joined Asteria, they seemed to get the memo to stop behaving like pirates." Instead, they turned into a regular pack. She had a wonder what sort of pirates Boreas and Auster had...

According to Sirius, they were rambunctious and wild. Targeting everyone. She accepted the meat, chewing it and relishing the smoky aspect. Wren was so used to fishing all the time, that she almost forgot what a good slice of meat tasted like. "Ah, maybe Mortis gave it to you" she mulled this "you can't forget him; he actually has wings. Or maybe someone else gave it to you that wasn't him, but it came from him." Sources told her the man did make wine. She didn't know if this was one of his bottles.

"Gods, I had like one sip and I'm boiling." she added, leaning backward with a huff. What a lightweight!

"Speech"