[ The distraction feels like a haze to Bellamy. His perception of Gildor's mind had been tangled up with the low vibration of a cello, and the sharp focus on the sickly sweet alcohol is a diversion Bellamy hadn't expected. He lets the glass drop and spill, stepping back to avoid it splattering across his robes. It seems the best thing to do, even if Bellamy doesn't understand the root of Gildor's reaction. ]
(Adra doesn't like it either.)
[ But Adra's aversion to alcohol had felt different. It had been exasperation, rather than the shaky tangle radiating from Gildor now. ]
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( Adra doesn't like it either. )
[ But Adra's aversion to alcohol had felt different. It had been exasperation, rather than the shaky tangle radiating from Gildor now. ]
( What's wrong? )