Epiphany at the Drunk-yard

[Miranda Frost]

Miranda couldn't remember the last time she had a nice throat burning drink. In fact, prior to her entry from the Nexus, she could barely remember her own name, and yet the glass she held between her steel fingers felt familiar. The amber liquid's aroma felt nostalgic, heavely sitting at the back of her mind. Nagging thoughts of memories that weren't there and an imaginary elixir to help uncover. She brought the cold glass to her exposed lips, the freezing yet burning tonic wetting her dry mouth. Within the short span of reviving, the Coldsteel woman had been gifted with many reasons to drown her sorrows in the pool of alcoholism, but that is hardly the reason why she sat here within the mining settlement's drinking hall.

 She was here to celebrate, and to drink for all those who could no longer celebrate as she could. This would be her fifth glass now, but it would take much more to effect her thanks to her cybernetics. A small crowd of Gorons, Humans, and Koopas gathered around her to drink with her, paying honor to lives lost. She brought the  glass down against the smooth marble bar with one hand, and a gold coin in the other.

 "This one to the dark Dragon Volvagia. May the Hells of the Underverse suit her better than this place.", She sneered as the bartender filled her glass once again. The Dragon was mighty and powerful who's wrath completely changed the Goron way of life here within the Ashen Steppes. Who knows whether or not Nealaphh's decision was the best one. With those around her she downed the glass, slamming it back down to the bar.  The Barkeep filled it again, and so the process continued.

Sixth

 "This one to her ll fated brood, who gave their lives at the chance of saving their Mother". The brood were ferocious as they were numerous, numbers that could possibly conquer the Ashen if they pleased, yet they didn't. Only when they were threatened did they swarm. Strange

Seventh

 "This one to the enigmatic Headmaster Nealaphh, May he find what he's looking for in the Underverse". The cloaked shape had promised to help her with her memories, or rather Klee and Shen did who seemed fairly similar from her scans of Nealaph. Perhaps they would be able to help her in her dilemma.

Eighth

 "This one to the Gorons who burned within their homes and villages, and the Gorons who were displaced from their homes. May they rebuild themselves to their former glory."

 Ninth

 At this point many had either passed out, left the building for drunken brawls, or kicked out by the bouncer for other means. The crowd dissipated into nothingness leaving just her the barkeep and a fellow a few stools down. Connor Hound was his name. It would seem he was here for the same reason she was, though it would seem he was reaching for a different end than she. Crimson faced from her many drinks, she turned on her stool, the scarlet light from her eye shining upon him.  "Connor Hound.... What are you doing?"