Lanthra sobbed and seemed to swallow in wails with each word that passed her lips as she answered Kali's question.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">''N-no..''</span></b>She sniffed again.<b><span style="color: DarkOrange">''I guess.. not.''</span></b><br/><br/>Lanthra looked up with her deep, dark brown deer-like eyes, filled with the tears that seemed to constantly stream down her cheeks. She looked quite adorable in this state of sorry as she watched her best friend smile back at her.Upon being confronted about her drinking, she hid her urn behind her back and managed to smile a cheeky grin, eventhough her eyes were still drenched with sorrow. She had at least not lost her sense of humour amidst the ruins of her life.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">''I..I didn't think..''</span></b>She sniffed again, her words broken up by breaths of air as she had hyperventilated of grief just moments before.<b><span style="color: DarkOrange"> ''About sharing with you.. I'm sorry..''</span></b><br/><br/>Lanthra felt Kali's arms hug around her trembling frame, and when she inhaled, she could smell the all-familiar scent of her dear friend prickle her nose. There had always been something very peculiar about that perfume her best friend always seemed to wear.  It was a subtle scent, gorgeously put together with various floral undertones and a strong finish of spiced vanilla that lingered ever so slightly in the nose. Lanthra knew that no matter how long they would know each other, or if she ever had to miss her childhood buddy, she could and would never forget that delicious aroma that wavered around the tanned neck of the woman she knew so well.<br/><br/>Being somewhat brought to her senses again, and having stopped sobbing uncontrollably, she looked over the room and chose a seat upon the silken sheets of Kali's bed. She noticed the hastily put away tobacco and pipe, and the still smoking remains in the make-shift ashtray urn Kali had used and could not help but chuckle at the sight. It was a rather peculiar sound made by her broken voice and her watered throat. She watched Kali with much curiosity and turned red as she caught herself staring at her friends bottom. This was certainly not to time to be confused about her feelings toward her friend, something that had been bothering her before her brother even had left the capital in search for an adventure.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">''S-special occasion?''</span></b><br/><br/>Lanthra stuttered and thought about who might be the person she was going to share those bottles of special spiced wine with. By the looks of the etiquette they seemed to be very expensive Lake of the moon drinks, liquor that was very hard to come by in these desert regions.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkOrange">''I wouldn't want you to ruin your plans with someone else over me.. They seem very special, Kal''</span></b><br/><br/>Lanthra took the bottle into her hands and stared at it for a while, occupied with thoughts that embarrassed her more than anything. She felt bad for having her grief being replaced by jealousy as Kali had taken out the bottles, but could not help but feel special for her friend offering them up to her now. Upon hearing her talk about her garments Lanthra's bottomlip began to tremble again. she was wearing the official mourning gowns befit for an heir to weir when the next in line had died before taking his rightful place. Everything that she had come for to cry at Kali's came back again, and lanthra began sobbing once more.<br/><b><b><span style="color: DarkOrange"><br/>
''It's.. it's supposed to be my coronation dress... Mother had it made for me, I had to wear it at Luke's funeral.''</span></b></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>