He chuckles, low (and perhaps in a fashion that fails to be reassuring), before reaching into the pack and pulling out a small silver flask, elaborately etched with flowing patterns. He pours a capful of a clear, odorless liqueur for her, and hands it over. "Drink - I must introduce you to one of the humans' horses some day, you will think Asfaloth then as gentle as a cloud."
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Date: 2012-12-29 05:58 am (UTC)From:"Drink - I must introduce you to one of the humans' horses some day, you will think Asfaloth then as gentle as a cloud."