OSO-006
Barista: The Serpent, Daichi
Date: Feb-3-2020
Receipt: OSO-006
Subject: Otherworld
Tír Glas is absolutely absurdly gorgeous, don’t you all think? Emerald hills that roll like waves in a sea steeped in myth and memory. This is the kind of place that makes poets out of cynics. Even the pools of wafting mist feel as if they’d been delicately curated by divine whim, painting them across the scenery. It feels like a dream. Or maybe it’s more like a memory trapped in amber. Or a fly caught in a widow’s veil.
Beautiful doesn’t mean safe.
But I’m not complaining. Mostly because I’m not walking. Perks of being a serpent with a strong sense of self-preservation: no legs, no blisters. I’m currently riding shotgun or neck perch, if we’re being literal on my good pal Rico. He grumbles about it, sure, but he hasn’t thrown me off yet. I think he secretly enjoys the company. Either that or he's hoping I'll absorb any hexes that float his way first. Used to ride the wayward Angel, but he went and combusted. Or something like that.
The rest of the crew’s trudging through moss and mud like the good little baristas they are while I enjoy the view. And what a view it is! Green as far as the eye can see. Green hills. Greenish ponds. Even the opal sky seems to have flecks of iridescent… green. Green. Green. Green. Perhaps a bit too much green now that I’m really spending the time to pay attention to it. It’s almost sickening. Oh well. What was I really expecting from “Land of Green.” Hopefully the other Isles are less literal with their palettes. Meanwhile I think I’ll take a quick Absinthe nap. Rico won’t mind sharing his stash, I’m sure of it.