THAT ILLUSION || ONC 2021

~•{Chapter #03}•~

"Strict sloth! Grow up." they mocked her in unison.

"That signifies we are up to the party strictly!" Eir remarked.

"Yes oh, godess yes! Finally!" Mordana gripped her hands happily.

"That means we would be out of the senses for some ample candle melts we would be lost in ecstatic exhilaration?" Eir clenched them right.

"Maybe or not! Are your wonderless queries done? Can't wait to dance like a mad bug!" Serephina conveyed her momentum.

"Ok then, let's pack the things and indulge in the antique style of pooling booze. Better?" Eir's words killed their pounding heart with a burning rip. Their jaws dropped in astray.

"Sere, can I please hit her once? Just a shot and that's all. Eir! You deserve no fun. Such a stringent string. You are stinking and you do the stuffing that kills time. Party is my priority. Getting it from your captain?" Stating that she walked to fetch her mugs from her overstuffed yet organized mahogany bounded translucent rack.

"This is a divine intervention and you still seek little things? Poor you. I wonder why she chose you?" Eir chastised her while she went to fetch her satchels.

"Ok! Let's do these concurrently. Isn't it Mordana?" Serephina asked as she waved her hands like a falling leaf in the voiceless breeze. After a brief thought, the others knew what she meant.

"Sere! My saviour. Bless thee, child. Now I know what I must do." With that, she wriggled her palms and enunciated,

'Congrieo tryft palmonsae'
(Congregate the palm)

The more paired aureate palms emerged. She closed her eyes and directed them to do their stints. Once she visualised what to be taken inside the satchels, they began their job. Then she poured three mugs of ale and ensembled the musical instruments to play an upbeat melody.

When the palms and psalm loaded the air with perspective, Mordana and Serephina drenched every drip of their blooming and old blood with the cold and trancing ale and wines lavishly. Eir reclined in the cushioned satin vulture carved couch and rested back while tipping her fingers in the mugs. She kept track of what's going in and out of their satchels and watched her friend's clumsy cranky moves to the tunes filling the vacuum around them.

"You don't need them?" Mordana asked surprisingly.

"Guess so, get me some pepo tea. I'm all set," Eir replied while handling her mug to Mordana.

"Too good for a good girl! At times it's better to be a mad bad thing." Mordana grinned ear to ear while watching the mug to gulp it on a single shot.

With that, she clutched an empty palm that was moving in air to command,

'Warm some pepo tea for this thin summer pumpkin." Those hands struggled to move in confusion.

"That's the common tongue. Mora, you are a way too tipsy," Serephina spoke through her kid giggles while turning in her knitting limbs.

"Aye! I know, I'm the captain," Mordana said coyly. Serephina embarrassed her with her blows of chuckles and patted her hands on her back.

"It's ok Mora I can get it myself," Eir said while relishing their drama of intoxicated intolerance. She made her way through their clumsy moves and placed her pitcher over the air hanging flame that she made with a snuggle.

"Bravo move Eir!" Serephina added while straightening her webbed legs toxic-cautiously.

"Eir! Why do you hate ale?" Mordana asked while gulping some amber frothy sizzles down her gut.