An odd sight can be seen across the Festhall. Over night, a spirit was seen wandering the halls, placing shot-glass sized containers across the place, on tables, chairs, even the floor. Always in pairs, one contains golden honey, while the second is filled with pale, dusty ashes. A cryptic piece of paper accompany them, the clean, flowing script of magical writing, offering a clue to what it all means.
Which taste is truest?
Sweet Misery
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*MimiFearthegn
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Sasha nearly trips over a pair of shotglasses. After complaining about the audacity of people leaving sticky things about, she picks them up, and carries them around asking who they belong to.
Assuming no living Sensate immediately claims them, she drinks the honey, and dips her finger in the ashes to taste them too.
Assuming no living Sensate immediately claims them, she drinks the honey, and dips her finger in the ashes to taste them too.