A drunk person stumbles out into the street and grabs and kisses Wraithvine before passing out from the drink. They are very apologetic for their behavior in the morning. -- Anon Guest
The morning after the night before. Where ev'ry hair on your body is sore...
Such words had never been truer for Luane Emberguard, waking up to the very concept that fingernails could ache. Where the memories of the previous evening were vague, fragmentary, and always regrettable.
Someone poured liquid into a cup. Way too loudly. Luane moaned and tried to hide from the world under a pillow. It had been a nicely friendly pillow the evening before. Now it felt like it was full of gravel that was wrapped in nettles.
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