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Daemyn Taraias (ferretheir) wrote in watchers_rp,

There were several very important things in the Taraias family. One of them was that dishonoring the family meant you would be getting a talking to from Lord Daphisio or worse, Lady Tanna. Daemyn had had several such conversations with both of his parents and for the most part, he'd been doing better when it came to keeping women out of sight. Drinking was something that he usually did in taverns or at dinner. He was no Janna. Which was another one of the very important things in the Taraias family. One did not try to drink as much as Janna. Ever since she'd been put aside for being barren, his elder sister had become the true drinker of the family. Daemyn knew he couldn't keep up with her if he tried, and yet this very afternoon... he couldn't even recall the why behind it. All he knew was that he had settled down near a window with Janna and what had begun as a single bottle of wine. More than that must have been consumed between then and the time that he jolted awake, mouth feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton. Nasty tasty cotton. Like rotten grapes.

"Drink is just rotten grapes," he muttered as he stretched himself out, noticing that lights had been lit. Janna was gone, as was any evidence of drinking, and he supposed he'd be glad for that if he found out anyone had wandered across him. Watchers but his head was foggy. He wasn't even hungover! No, Daemyn was positive that he was still well and truly drunk. Rising to his feet cemented that as he felt himself sway. Definitely still drunk. How much had he and Janna drank before he had slipped into unconsciousness? He was going to have to find her and find out. Determined to do exactly that he set off, or did his best to set off, his walk was a little uneven. And somehow he found himself among others. My father may strangle me for this one. A thought he regarded with an unusual amount of cheer as he felt something poke him in the leg. "Is my mouth open?" Daemyn brought his hand up to the bottom of his jaw and found it was indeed hanging open. "My apologies, Lady Delyth." Who else could this woman be but the renowned regent of Mag Mell? "I seem to have forgotten to close it as I did not remember opening it."