5 Ceiling Feelings (2/2)
”Yes, it is.”
”But I gave you that name.”
”Yes, that's how I got it.”
”But what was it before?”
He kept grinning at her and took a drink from a rough, round-bottomed clay cup. He proffered the cup in her direction.
Nelda took it.It was awkward holding a cup upside down and she tilted it back and forth peering upwards at the amber liquid.”What is this?”
”Well, it used to be Bullberries, if that's the way you look at things.”
It smelled a bit like hard cider but given her response to the flying leaf [maybe?] what was safe for satyrs could be poisonous to her. [What the hell.I don't really have any choice but to try things and see how it goes.]
Peering at the cup she saw it was a wobbly-shaped half sphere. ”You cup isn't flat on the bottom,” she remarked. ”How do you put it down.”
”Why would I want to put it down?” BugleHead replied.
[He may be cheerful, but this guy has the potential to get annoying.] Nelda tried to bring the upside down cup to her lips and tip it. The sweet acrid liquid swarmed over the roof of her mouth and escaped to run, burning, up her nose from the inside and the outside.Gulping and leaning forward she instinctively turned the cup the other way up, and then dropped it. She heard it shatter on the… [Ceiling? Ground? I don't fucking know.]
Putting her hand over her nose she erupted in a serious of undignified sneezed-coughs ending in a protracted burp.Her eyes had teared up and rubbing them just pushed the harsh liquor over more of his face.
Only gradually regaining control of her body, Nelda carefully stood again.This brought her back face-to-face with BugleHead whose ears were drooping, and his curly hair was dripping with the golden liquid.A bunch of satyrs standing nearby seemed to find her near asphyxiation and his impromptu shower extremely hilarious.
Looking further down, Nelda said, ”Oh, sorry.I broke your cup.”
”The girl doesn't know how to hold her liquor,” HoneyBeard observed, with just the slightest hint of a smile.
[On second thought, with the world already being this confusing, perhaps I shouldn't be drinking.]The party was starting to get rowdy even thought it was still early in the morning.A bunch of satyrs were dancing around the fire. From Nelda's point of view, it was a very Lionel Ritchie experience. He perceptions kept flipping between feeling like she was upside down and feeling the rest of the world was.She felt sick and anxious. [Yep, this is a lot like being drunk but without the buzz.]
Just as she began to feel overwhelmed a thought struck Nelda.A thought so strong that it almost seemed to come from outside her own mind.
[I must be here for a reason.I just have to figure out what it is.]