Jiaoying had often considered herself too dignified to drink before the day had even started.
Even after her divorce, she had never fallen quite that low.
She expected that it was a line she would never cross. She knew too many drunk old knights as it stood already.
That was, until she heard the most bat-shit insane story of her entire life right at her dining room table.
It was all that it took for her to throw any semblance of decorum.
Jiaoying brought her mug to her lips again and swallowed a mouthful of oaky liquor.
As a slow burn traveled down her throat, she tried once again to get her bearings around the situation.
"So... Your dad, or I guess mom for some of you... Called all of you from your beds and had you meet him in my garden. At which point, he told you about their birth, what happened to the Zoha, and how he ended up imprisoned in the black depths."
""""Yes.""""
