Maolin exclaimed, looking at the pile of rotten apples.

"Are you sure this will make us alcohol? Really?" She asked in disbelief, of Yvsoldas words.

"Yes, We used to make Cider from fruit all the time, when I was with the slavers." Yvsolda answered, trying to push as many rotten apples in a small sac, she had found in the abandoned farmhouse.

"It will be a grand amount even, look at how juicy they are!" She said happily, showing Maolin a rotten apple in her grey, spotted hand - Then squished the apple with a "Squuuuiish" Sound, making the fruit drip and gush apple juice, pouring down Yvsoldas hand and down her furred arm.

Maolin tentatively took a step backwards, to not get her own fur sprayed by the now flat apple in Yvsoldas hand.

"Erk!" She repeated.

***

Short story! XD

I "Forgot" her wings. XD

Finished the sketch of a previous sketch - Surprisingly, you can find a lot of errors by flipping the canvas! :D

Middlespace + H in Sai to Flip!

Enjoy!

-Gamal.