Drink the potion.
It wasn't a request, it was an order, and not one that she could refuse. With a resigned sigh, the reached out and took the bottle in her hand, uncorking it and downing the Lunaria in one fell swoop. Her face screwed in distaste as she forced down the cold, bitter potion. Gods, what a foul taste. She felt the potion trying to come back up, but again she forced herself to keep it down. It was then that Charlie made a mental note to never, ever drink this again. She was quick to set the empty bottle aside, and was immediately glad she was sitting as her limbs became tingly.
"I don't have an answer to your question, Auntie," she answered truthfully. "It's not something I've given much thought to it." Charlie shook her head dismissively. Apparently she had another thing to think of. Great, who knew her training would involve a lot of self reflection (something she dreaded). "Thank you for your wisdom, and for granting my request. I have much to think on..."
But Z'laenna's comments had left her curious. Leaning back against Romule, stroking his fur--had he always felt so soft?--she asked her aunt, "So what manner of suitor requests have you gotten for me already?" She raised her brows, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I mean, I'll gladly respond to requests, but I'm very curious now. Who'd you turn down?" The potion was taking its effect now, and Charlie was feeling...rather like a wet noodle. She was thankful for Romule's support, lest she start flailing her arms about and giggling over how particularly floppy they were. The air felt a bit soupy, and there were sheep in her head? Yes, that was a perfect way to describe it.
She gave a light chuckle for no discernible reason.
It wasn't a request, it was an order, and not one that she could refuse. With a resigned sigh, the reached out and took the bottle in her hand, uncorking it and downing the Lunaria in one fell swoop. Her face screwed in distaste as she forced down the cold, bitter potion. Gods, what a foul taste. She felt the potion trying to come back up, but again she forced herself to keep it down. It was then that Charlie made a mental note to never, ever drink this again. She was quick to set the empty bottle aside, and was immediately glad she was sitting as her limbs became tingly.
"I don't have an answer to your question, Auntie," she answered truthfully. "It's not something I've given much thought to it." Charlie shook her head dismissively. Apparently she had another thing to think of. Great, who knew her training would involve a lot of self reflection (something she dreaded). "Thank you for your wisdom, and for granting my request. I have much to think on..."
But Z'laenna's comments had left her curious. Leaning back against Romule, stroking his fur--had he always felt so soft?--she asked her aunt, "So what manner of suitor requests have you gotten for me already?" She raised her brows, eyes twinkling mischievously. "I mean, I'll gladly respond to requests, but I'm very curious now. Who'd you turn down?" The potion was taking its effect now, and Charlie was feeling...rather like a wet noodle. She was thankful for Romule's support, lest she start flailing her arms about and giggling over how particularly floppy they were. The air felt a bit soupy, and there were sheep in her head? Yes, that was a perfect way to describe it.
She gave a light chuckle for no discernible reason.
