Just a little wine

There had yet to be a place where Scylla didn't find herself comfortable and at ease. She drifted along with ebb and flow of the world. If there was a situation that she didn't like, she changed it. The situation with Albion and Avacyn though... that was something that the Klein woman couldn't change. She was not Albion's mother, but she was very protective of him. He was part of her and Scylla wanted her brother to have everything that he wanted. And so, since she couldn't change it, Scylla sulked a bit. Brooded. She drank to take the edge off. If it wasn't for her siblings, she would have a lot more freedom to do what she wanted. Unfortunately, this was not the case.

Wine, a little more bitter and bitey than she preferred, slid along the blue and cream fae's tongue before she swallowed. The alcohol content was higher than one of the typical sweet wines that she chose and that was exactly what Scylla wanted. The woman's small body was a little tingly. A little floaty. Her current state definitely helped when a voice cut through her solitude and she turned to see that it belonged to none other than Avacyn herself.

It was difficult for Scylla to bite back the scathing words that she wanted to say, but she managed. Rather than telling the new leader of Elysium to go fuck herself, the intoxicated lady merely flashed a toothy grin and spread one paw wide, inviting the purple bitch into the sheltered space. "Be my guest," Scylla purred to the larger woman. She could be civil, but the more she drank, the looser her tongue was bound to get. Uh oh.

She took another drink.

"Scylla Klein"