Godhood XIV - Usurper [Honey Edition Turn 3]

Lord Rack had been enthusiastically inspecting the life and times of the Atrium, listening to the songs of Lygiswyrms and watching the hilarious interactions of the drunken science god's creatures. They were a most marvellous contribution. He had so gotten used to Bacardi's brass voice that it was no longer quite calling his attention.

A particular, small-horned Saraswati had been doing its hilarious, but endearing best to evade encounters with its own kind, and Lord Rack was tempted to intervene in its life and produce the Legend of Smallhorn- surely Mia would enjoy another story. As if on cue, her sister Suki's calm voice snapped him away from the mortal timeline, and what she said was delight to the god of creativity, especially coming from an old friend. (It was tempting to make the pun 'old flame', but she'd probably heard that one a thousand times.) "Wh- oho, most certainly, fair damsel! Verily I thought you would never ask." He spun around, and with a flourish of elaborate sleeve tricks, the glass gourd emerged from seemingly nowhere and ended up extended toward the fire goddess in a sweeping bow. "Tis just as if we hath returned to olden times!" He chimed to Mia, winking to she and Amelia with a sunny smile.

He chortled at Olmolm's musings. "Should a sea of alcohol results of our mesmerizing Suki's dance of the soul, it would brighten many of a certain drunken Bacardi's days!"