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[silk_for_calde]

One of the first curses I experienced was much like this-- not beer, but milkshakes. Several flavors of them, coming through all the faucets. I imagine this has the potential to be much more destructive, should people overindulge; the worst results of that one, as I recall, were some unfortunately sticky individuals and a few stomach aches the next day. But sweets don't tend to affect ones mood or inhibitions the way alcohol does, of course.

I rarely drink anything of the sort, personally... But I hope those of you who've a taste for this are enjoying it. It's rather a harmless reprieve from the worse curses, and for that much I'm thankful.

I thought to look into some Earthly hagiographies, given the preponderance of saintly holidays I've learned of lately, but the Library thought I ought to read a reference work on serpents instead. Perhaps I ought to consider it a gentle reminder to pay my respects to Scylla, but I find myself doubting it... Blind luck seems more likely. Her arms do not reach here; I should hate the part of me that finds that reassuring.

Mn.. I've been quiet lately, I know. I feel like spring is coming; the first few green buds brought forth, Marvelous Molpe's miracle. Here winter is fading; at home, it was just on the cusp of arrival. I find myself thinking of my whorl more and more frequently, as of late...

Comments

[letslip.livejournal.com]

I've seen the beer before.

[silk_for_calde]

Is there a significance to it?

[letslip.livejournal.com]

Now that I get. Holidays, I hear.

[silk_for_calde]

I suppose we ought to be grateful, really, considering some of the other curses. The deities do seem to enjoy mass intoxication, though.

[letslip.livejournal.com]

It causes problems, so.

[silk_for_calde]

It facilitates problems; sadly, we cause them ourselves.

[letslip.livejournal.com]

Ah... that's true.

[silk_for_calde]

But you raise a valid point; I tend to think of curses like this one as a reprieve of sorts-- milder. But they have their own potential for harm.

[letslip.livejournal.com]

Some get violent, when... given the opportunity.

[silk_for_calde]

I take some comfort in the fact that many don't.

[letslip.livejournal.com]

True.

[knockoff-hero.livejournal.com]

Today is kind of about serpents. I mean, St. Patrick banished them from Ireland and all.

[silk_for_calde]

Did he? I'm afraid I know next to nothing about your saints.

[knockoff-hero.livejournal.com]

Also he brought Christianity there, I think, which is the actual reason he's important, but mostly people use today to celebrate Ireland and Irish things, which is why everything's green. Most of my family is Catholic, so I guess I'd know more about saints than most, but that doesn't mean I know a whole lot of details.

[silk_for_calde]

I see... so perhaps it wasn't quite blind luck. I'm from a different whorl; so such matters tend to be a mystery to me. Why did he banish the serpents?

[knockoff-hero.livejournal.com]

Because snakes are...poisonous sometimes? Actually, I think that's just a legend. Or maybe it's symbolic for driving out sin or pagan beliefs or something.

There's a lot of symbolism with snakes.

[silk_for_calde]

Snakes are the symbol of one of our primary goddesses, so it seems strange that one would want to drive them out, from my perspective... though I've read a bit about their meaning in your whorl.

[doujin-dork.livejournal.com]

I think milkshakes all over would be better than beer.

It's- natural to think of your home.

[silk_for_calde]

It was stickier, but somewhat more pleasant-smelling... Though after a time the sweet scent was just as irritating.

I don't find it strange, just... different. I've been content, for the most part, to wait here until the Outsider saw fit to send me home; of late, I find myself... restless.

[doujin-dork.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think I can understand that.

Mn. Yeah, I know what you mean. I do miss some of my friends from home and my family though.

[silk_for_calde]

It's not that... or, well; it is not only that. I feel as though I've been idle too long, away from my duties in my own whorl.