Enchantment - The Art of Compulsion

It took a moment for you to recognize, but the liquid that was overflowing from the chalice was crimson. Your fear spiked at the fear that blood was pouring out from the cup, but it seemed too translucent to be that. Furthermore, the smell of it was somewhat familiar. A rarity you recalled from the piss tavern you had called home, but it was always taken over by something else...

"Wine." Morgana stated, her word bringing forth the revelation of what you had before you. A more refined beverage that only a passing merchant or someone who wanted to act big in the village. Of course, what wine flowing from your chalice meant, you didn't quite know, although those that were getting doused with it below seemed to be enjoying the free beverage at this point, mouths wide open to take in the drink.

Noticing your confusion, Morgana explained "Wine is a refined drink for a refined palate, but no matter what, it's still ****, which muddies the minds of those that drink it and instill feelings that stir beneath or do not even exist. This is representative of Enchantment. To manipulate the minds and emotions of others, you can raise the morale of an army to a mindless rage or calm a rampaging dragon. Domination of the mind can be just as powerful as one who rains fire down on our enemies, perhaps even more so, and with such a wellspring of mana to back it up, you may very well be able to sway an entire army to become yours."

The understanding of what sort of power she was talking about seemed to invigorate you, and yet... as you looked down, ignoring those becoming **** off your wine, you saw a multitude of eyes glaring up at you, showing their truest feelings for you all at once. Anger and jealousy that you had such abundant power that would outmatch their own. Fear and worry that a rival so strong had made themselves known so early on. Desire and... lust?

Your attention was drawn back to the chalice as Morgana reached forth, dipping a delicate finger into the crimson wine, drawing it out with the **** dripping off her digit. "As blessed we are to have such an abundance of wine available." she started, bringing her hand to her face to suck the wine clean from her finger, the motion stirring certain feelings you didn't want to have exposed while all eyes were on you. "And such a rich wine at that." she complimented, her eyes twinkling at that. "We must continue on. Descend and meet with Mistress Daevah after the assembly is through." she commanded.

Returning to the rest of the assemblage, you could still feel plenty of looks, judging you for their own reasons and beliefs. Your inward reflection of what this means for your future here dulls you to the rest of the ceremony, until it is finally time for you to move on.