Sephinta

"You dare me, eh?" The mare scoffed. She sat hunched over the bar, eyes glinting danger. She gripped the cup with one hoof, gently swishing around the creamy-white liquid inside. Hardly more than a mouthful, yet more mysterious and dangerous than bottle of poison. The bar's lights were dim and tinted yellow, flashing off her scales like dull, dusty sunlight. Clattering dishes, clinking cups and rough pony curses filled the room. Her breath smelled of cheap rice cakes and root bear.  A small crowd had gathered to watch, but they'd been shooed off with a swish of the mare's tail. Everyone knew and had some respect for her, so they s