It's a cool, quiet night on Licorice Street. Lamps flicker among the streets and the air is still, a light layer of snow brushing the streets. Briar is on her way to Hyssop District to buy items for the household she serves but is stopped along the way by Sanaa, who dropped a precious belonging earlier that day only to just recently realize it, but snow is now covering the entire area.

A drunk Elsie comes stumbling across them, being unstable from too much wine-drinking at Juniper Bar, having a bottle in hand. The two ladies try to make sure the drunk Alchemist doesn't do anything too reckless while trying to find the lost possession.

the truth is that you are dangerous now
_{( a hectic night)}

It was a beautiful winter night, like the harvest gods were truly at rest this day. The cold air was biting but inviting, playfully cold, fun. The streetlights lit the snow on the ground, bright and crisp, a white that glimmered freshly, reflecting the night sky that competed against it for attention. A train whistled so distantly in the background it was nearly inaudible, and the greenery held boughs of snow proudly. Everything truly seemed to be in peace, restful.

And then Elsie Boucher showed up and screwed the entire thing up.

Plodding stupidly through snowdrifts waist-high, the alchemist stopped in the middle of someone's front yard to ponder a few things. First off, why was it so cold? Elsie couldn't remember what was causing this -- well yeah, there was snow, but she had boots (now filled with snow), and she had leggings... oh. Wait. Her hazel eyes grazed downward to reveal that she had somehow managed to shred those off in the wine bar she had been so happily gallavanting in before last call. Well, mystery solved. Secondly, where the hell was she?

A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that she was in someone's yard, as the horrified inhabitants stared at her from their window. The mother, in a nightgown, clutched a little boy to her side, shielding his eyes. What was the big deal? So she badly dressed and standing in snow in their front yard. So she was a little tipsy, sometimes that happened.
"WHA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AT?" She shouted at them, throwing her arms out and shrugging her shoulders at the same time. The movement caused her to stumble a little, fall back on her bottom, and then scramble right back up. As if it had been their fault, she narrowed her eyes at the innocent child and ran one finger across her neck. It was time to move on, her point was made.

But where exactly was she headed to? Elsie didn't even know. She made a sharp left and plodded sloppily into a clearing -- maybe a little neighborhood part or something. She didn't even know.

"Ugh... where am I. This place is s-o-o-o-o-ooooo--" Kicking with her left foot, she sprayed a wave of snow across the ground, "it's s-o-o-o stupid!"

so you can cry yourself to sleep
_{(elsie boucher) w21 - late night - sanna/briar}