Isuara passed out another bottle; the first was already working its way around one side of the campfire ring. The man wasn't wrong; she concocted the drink using the same amber mash that was used in a Southern Smash, but she infused other herbal ingredients -and little magic- into the brew. The result left the drinker warm, contented, mellow and drowsy; the Criocans would sleep well tonight. And have no more thought of bedding Ashe.
She walked to where the girl sat -statue still- and knelt beside her, whispering in her ear:
"Go to the wagon, wretch. Splash water on your face. Rub your teeth with the tooth stick, your breath is putrid. Change into your night clothes. Cover yourself with a blanket, and go to sleep."
She had to be
She walked to where the girl sat -statue still- and knelt beside her, whispering in her ear:
"Go to the wagon, wretch. Splash water on your face. Rub your teeth with the tooth stick, your breath is putrid. Change into your night clothes. Cover yourself with a blanket, and go to sleep."
She had to be