Hecuba gave Merlin's hand a thorough sniffing, as Hecate collected two more glasses of golden champagne from the bar. She held Merlin's for a moment, fingers wrapped around the stem, imbuing the glass with a faint golden light. She quite liked the effect of a slightly glowing drink, and rather thought she might bless a few others that way tonight, as well. "I've turned a fair few people into animals," she said. "In general they seem happier."
Except her cat Gal, sometimes. Gal could be a right little fury when the mood struck her.