"I am known by Sokratis," he offers, before he knocks back his own shot.
It is a taste that he is unfamiliar with, herbal and astringent and the scent is something that triggers a brief flash of a memory from Before. (Absinthe, this is not the same, this will not cause him to chase fairies through the woods - but it is familiar enough to jar his brain for a split-second.)
Kreyu might notice the brief hint of disorientation as he coughs to clear his throat - before he reaches again for the bottle, lifting it and refilling both their glasses. "Well met."
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Date: 2024-09-14 04:58 am (UTC)It is a taste that he is unfamiliar with, herbal and astringent and the scent is something that triggers a brief flash of a memory from Before. (Absinthe, this is not the same, this will not cause him to chase fairies through the woods - but it is familiar enough to jar his brain for a split-second.)
Kreyu might notice the brief hint of disorientation as he coughs to clear his throat - before he reaches again for the bottle, lifting it and refilling both their glasses. "Well met."