Gilded Bay gurur brahma, gurur vishnu

it was refreshing to speak with someone so full of life, so happy. govinda found himself grinning along with her, his ears perking far forward as she spoke of a drink he had only heard of but had never seen--or tasted. rum? he asked, laughing. i thought that was only in the stories. you drink it, truly?

now he was intrigued. would whatever it was give him the same sort of carefree attitude? if so, he'd swig away, right now. he was willing to try anything at least once, apart from a select few things he already knew to be dangerous. (cliff diving was not on his bucket list.)