[Chiron takes it, but doesn't open the wine bottle. Not at first. Instead he murmurs to himself, all in ancient Greek. It's an archaic form of the language, far older than what even academics learn so that they can read the greater writers and playwrights in their original language. One hand comes to rest on the earth itself, and it lingers in the grass for a few moments.
Then and only then does Chiron open the wine bottle. The cork struggles, but eventually relents. It's poured over the ground, the scent of alcohol running in a river down the grass and into the earth itself. Chiron keeps murmuring, and then when the bottle is half emptied, he places it aside.]
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[Chiron takes it, but doesn't open the wine bottle. Not at first. Instead he murmurs to himself, all in ancient Greek. It's an archaic form of the language, far older than what even academics learn so that they can read the greater writers and playwrights in their original language. One hand comes to rest on the earth itself, and it lingers in the grass for a few moments.
Then and only then does Chiron open the wine bottle. The cork struggles, but eventually relents. It's poured over the ground, the scent of alcohol running in a river down the grass and into the earth itself. Chiron keeps murmuring, and then when the bottle is half emptied, he places it aside.]