Cherish is pretty quick, she knows this. Fast fingers, fast legs, on the docks or in the water. Got a fair collection of the shiny hookey things already back in the tunnels that proves that. (They look lovely glinting in the sunset light.)
It’s fairly light though. And she’s too close to the surface, can’t be spotted. She’d been taught better than that.
But this one was very pretty…
Anybody remember our girl Cherish? Got a prompt for the month and thought she’d be perfect!
Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn’t committing to the bit
I mean, we’re talking about people whose lifespan is Yes.
“Oh, the weak wine? That is for children. I am two thousand years old, and I daresay one sip from this highball would knock you on your ass for a week.”
Look, there’s this weird thing people do with high fantasy where they want elves to be immortal/extremely long-lived snooty aristocrats and also somehow incapacitated by imagining the taste of salt too hard. “Orcs and dwarves have the hardest booze” no they don’t, they have work in the morning! In any of these settings, elves would pregame harder than hobbits party and everyone else has shit to do tomorrow.
The average high elf builds up the drug tolerance of a mid-70s Hollywood producer and then spends three centuries studying alchemy. While humans seek immortality, the Immortals seek the elusive “philosopher’s cocaine.”
