“Oh, yours is a two-for-one special, I believe!” Lore’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
What is that supposed to mean, you wonder, twisting the cork on the crooked rim of the glass container. It’s stuck tight like a bottle of champagne, and you struggle a bit to release the trapped liquid. Maybe if I had a corkscrew, you think, before a soft ‘pop!’ rewards your efforts. The crystal pendant grazes the surface of the vessel and begins to glow.
As you raise the bottle to your lips, you are reminded of warm midsummer nights, sharing a crisp and refreshing fruity drink with a friend while fireflies dance in the distance. It’s a nostalgic and uplifting sensation, bubbling up from your belly to the top of your head, and you feel lightweight—floating!
You open your eyes.
“Hold tight to that gem, friend,” Lore smiles, “you may find it useful for being more…discreet.” She makes a flapping motion with her paws and out of the corner of your eye, you notice the wings.