With a slight gesture from Zephyra, a server moved with practiced grace, presenting an elegant crystal bottle. Its deep blue glass shimmered in the candlelight, the liquid inside gleaming with an ethereal glow, reminiscent of the rolling tide under a moonlit sky.
"I took the liberty of selecting something exceptional." Zephyra said smoothly as their glasses were filled. "It's rare. Aged for decades beneath the sea, in the hull of a wrecked ship. The salt currents shape the flavor."
Arthur lifted his glass, swirling the liquid. The scent that rose was rich, layered with something unfamiliar, yet inviting. He took a slow sip, letting the warmth spread over his tongue, the sharp burn of it lingering before he swallowed.
It was good. Excellent, even. The taste was deep, complex, with hints of oak, sea brine, and something floral that lingered beneath the fire of the alcohol.
