Patera Silk of Viron

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...