VALORIA WILDEROSE
"What do you mean you've never had booze before?" Elodie's face is twisted with confusion, staring at me like I'm crazy while handing me a very large cup of deep red wine.
I take it carefully, taking in the sweet fruity smell with high expectations.
"My sisters never let me taste it. It was only ever reserved for them," I reply, taking a sip.
It's rich and sweet, like honeyed fruits, with a subtle kick at the back of my throat followed by a relaxing feeling in my muscles.
I realize how much I like wine and take a larger gulp.
It's warm going down, spreading through my chest like a gentle hug from the inside. No wonder my sisters hoarded it for themselves.
"Your sisters sound like real tight-assed bitches," Elodie snarls.
"Language, Elodie," Calliope chides her from her spot on the floor.
"What? I'm just saying what we're all thinking." Elodie shrugs without an ounce of remorse.
