Sorry, I've got nothing neat to offer. You might need to settle for peachy keen.
[Byerly hasn't seemed drunk since five minutes after Prior started talking to him earlier in the evening. Add that to the other times the man's drunk with him without getting drunk with him, and by now Prior assumes it's some kind of crutch. There are enough people he knows who're bolstered by the mere act of having a glass in their hand, no actual lubrication required.
But digging into that isn't a particular concern just now. By the time Byerly reaches him Prior's pulled the collar of his coat away from the crook of his neck, where the thing settled earlier.
It's still there, wings twitching lightly as they catch a hint of breeze. Maybe any local could tell him it's a plain, common or garden Luceatiea, but just like when it landed, the sight makes Prior catch his breath a second, and smile.]
And I haven't the first clue, but I think it likes me.
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[Byerly hasn't seemed drunk since five minutes after Prior started talking to him earlier in the evening. Add that to the other times the man's drunk with him without getting drunk with him, and by now Prior assumes it's some kind of crutch. There are enough people he knows who're bolstered by the mere act of having a glass in their hand, no actual lubrication required.
But digging into that isn't a particular concern just now. By the time Byerly reaches him Prior's pulled the collar of his coat away from the crook of his neck, where the thing settled earlier.
It's still there, wings twitching lightly as they catch a hint of breeze. Maybe any local could tell him it's a plain, common or garden Luceatiea, but just like when it landed, the sight makes Prior catch his breath a second, and smile.]
And I haven't the first clue, but I think it likes me.