"Breaks are good for breakthroughs. Someone told me that once, I think."
Had someone actually said that to him? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, it sounded good rolling off his tongue. That was what motivated a lot of what he said and did, how it felt. Planning was good but impulse guided him more often than not.
Smiling amiably, Molly passed the glass over to Essek and sniffed his own. It smelled sharp, like fruits and ice and some other pretentious stuff. Mostly he was interested in whether or not the dwarf who sold him on it was full of shit or not.
"Apparently this stuff is meant to be sipped, but where's the fun in that?" Molly raised his glass in toast before tossing it back without an ounce of hesitation, half a challenge to see whether or not Essek would loosen his collar and take the challenge.
“And yet, if you break too often, you will get nothing done.” Which was the exact opposite that he was trying to do, even as easy as it was to fall into that space. It took determination, drive to keep him going, but even he wanted to breathe sometimes.
As for the alcohol, Essek did not “take the challenge’; he sipped the drink as it was meant to be, tasting both the flavorful and bitter notes intermingling on his tongue. There was a depth there that he enjoyed; it reminded him of the drinks back home, just as harsh as the land around his city.
He wondered what Molly would have thought of it.
“The ‘fun’ is in taking the time to know the taste, pick it apart, understand and appreciate it,” he offered, sipping it again. “You get to know a great deal about something by examining it rather than rushing through it.”
"I get what you're saying, I do. But, if it wasn't obvious, that isn't really my style."
Being alive, being himself for just two short years meant he ripped through experiences like a hurricane. Whether it was downing a liquor meant to be savored and dissected or joining up with a ragtag band of weirdos because his previous one was falling apart. He wanted to live, wanted to do as much as possible.
Maybe it was an elf thing. They had so much time to waste.
The next sip came slower and he found himself wishing he had brought something a bit more rotgut instead. Maybe Essek would have almost made a face. Almost.
"So what part of the universe are you trying to unravel this week? Must be important."
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Had someone actually said that to him? Maybe, maybe not. Either way, it sounded good rolling off his tongue. That was what motivated a lot of what he said and did, how it felt. Planning was good but impulse guided him more often than not.
Smiling amiably, Molly passed the glass over to Essek and sniffed his own. It smelled sharp, like fruits and ice and some other pretentious stuff. Mostly he was interested in whether or not the dwarf who sold him on it was full of shit or not.
"Apparently this stuff is meant to be sipped, but where's the fun in that?" Molly raised his glass in toast before tossing it back without an ounce of hesitation, half a challenge to see whether or not Essek would loosen his collar and take the challenge.
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As for the alcohol, Essek did not “take the challenge’; he sipped the drink as it was meant to be, tasting both the flavorful and bitter notes intermingling on his tongue. There was a depth there that he enjoyed; it reminded him of the drinks back home, just as harsh as the land around his city.
He wondered what Molly would have thought of it.
“The ‘fun’ is in taking the time to know the taste, pick it apart, understand and appreciate it,” he offered, sipping it again. “You get to know a great deal about something by examining it rather than rushing through it.”
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Being alive, being himself for just two short years meant he ripped through experiences like a hurricane. Whether it was downing a liquor meant to be savored and dissected or joining up with a ragtag band of weirdos because his previous one was falling apart. He wanted to live, wanted to do as much as possible.
Maybe it was an elf thing. They had so much time to waste.
The next sip came slower and he found himself wishing he had brought something a bit more rotgut instead. Maybe Essek would have almost made a face. Almost.
"So what part of the universe are you trying to unravel this week? Must be important."