Drunken Girl's Day

The pair of ladies settled down with their drinks and Manea spoke of her current state of responsibility. Scylla lowered the bottle, released a throaty chuckle and shrugged. "Perfect time for a refresher then." The smaller fae took another sip, then spoke again. "You know my father has always worked himself to death. Improving his kingdom from dawn until dusk." She tipped the mouth of her bottle towards the Mendacium matriarch. "Admirable, but look where it got him. His body forced him to take a break and he lost everything that he worked for." Another sip and another pointed look. "So, as a medical practitioner... Relax. Doctor's orders."

Manea questioned her shortly after, making small talk. The woman asked how things had been since Scylla's return and the stripes'n'spots fae lifted one shoulder in a typical Scylla shrug. "I can make the best of almost any situation," she informed the woman. "The plans that you and my father hatched have certainly gone awry though, haven't they? My siblings and I have everything that we need except for the assurance of our place here." It was no secret that Saracyn hated her and there would be no match between them, regardless of her father's wishes. "We can discuss that later, however. Today, you're relaxing."

The lake glittered before them and Scylla watched it, the alcohol warming her up and making her slender frame a little tingly. She case a sideeye towards the larger woman. "What do you like to do, Manea? What really brings you pleasure? Makes you feel alive?" A perfect opportunity to get to know the purple alpha and Scylla would take advantage of it.

"Scylla Klein"