#excepting Indri

[hoarding-stories]

Okay, pulling from the transcripts of episodes 26/27, here's the spelling of the witches' names:

Indri, Witch of the Wind and Stars

Nif, her apprentice

Gramore, Witch of the Wild Hunt

Baksha, her apprentice

Hakea, Witch of the Woodland Green

Mirara, Witch of the Waning Moon

[ilsahaara]

fleeting

pairing: indris x f!merlin

rating/tags: T / fluff (they’re hugging!) and kind of suggestive. Minor character death

words: 3.6k

summary: Indris didn’t trust the idea that warmth could make anything better. But in this very moment, he allowed himself to try.

crossposted on ao3!

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────── "I heard you were looking for me?"

The voice cut through the quiet, pulling Indris from his mind though only momentarily. Oh, poor, poor Indris. His eyebags were deeper than the mines and dark circles became tangible evidence of his sleepless nights. The once-imposing figure wore its weariness plainly now, exhaustion seeping through the frown settled on his handsome face.

His mouth parted slightly, as if searching for words but nothing substantial came out except a slow, tired sigh. It was then followed by a simple rebuttal afterwards. 

"I did not."

Merlin cocked an eyebrow, not surprised, just wondering why Ravion had said whatever he did when they crossed paths at the altar.

"You didn’t? Then I’ve fallen for Ravion’s scheme yet again."

Indris exhaled once more, his back sinking further into the plush chair and secretly hoping it would swallow him whole. His gaze drifted toward the ceiling, looking anywhere but the stack of papers begging for his attention.

"To do his work on his behalf, it seems," he muttered, equally not surprised. Not anymore, definitely not after years of working alongside the Imperator.

Sal’thorin had undergone radical changes after centuries of tyranny, yet some things remained the same. Ravion was meant to be here, guiding Indris on the responsibilities he had to bear for the time being. But the Imperator had always slipped free like an eel covered in oil, and Indris had neither the energy nor the patience to chase after him and drag him back to where he was supposed to be.

Merlin walked closer towards the desk, eyes narrowing at the towering stacks of paper. She could have sworn his ass had been glued here for days, yet the documents remained stacked just as high as the last time she visited. It was impossible to tell whether Indris had actually made any progress at all. Hell, she could barely make out his forehead from behind the stacks. 

"Do you need any help—"

"I dare not ask you for help, Merlin,” his voice came from somewhere behind the barricade of barely untouched paperwork, even Merlin could already smell the stinking smell of bureaucracy from where she stood. "You’ve done so much for Sal’thorin already. I could never burden you with more."

Merlin sighed, “You’re so stubborn. I offered, you know? It’s not like you forced me to do it.” 

Their gazes had finally met although just very briefly, he had finally made an effort to find her eyes from behind the stacks of paper. But Indris turned away almost immediately as something instantly prickling his pride as a proud Essail. Merlin, a toplander, stood there with eyebags almost as dark as his now. 

A toplander, of all people! 

She had been pulled into chaos not belonging to her, left to fester for a long, long time. And yet she came and helped unravel the messy knots both the Essails and the Dwarves had tied themselves into, doing more than those who should have been fixing it.

His fingers pinching his own nose bridge, Indris definitely could not ask her to do beyond what she had already done. Not when she had already given too much. Not when she had to help Zanie and the dwarven settlements above as well. 

It was a disgrace that intervention by a toplander had been necessary at all.

(Indris knew someone had to clean up their messes, but not her.)

"Your eyebags…," he pointed out but ended up trailing off. 

For someone who was known for his imposing presence, Indris now resembled something closer to a house of cards ready to collapse at any moment. For much of his life Indris had guarded Sal’thorin like a steadfast wall, his back straight, his resolve rarely shaken even in the face of choices that were against his morals. Indris had dismantled the vicious grip from a tyrant who had kept her subjects shackled in lies for centuries. 

But who would have thought that the fierce captain guard would crumble under the relentless weight of bureaucracy, in the form of paperwork?

" Something to match, yes? Though mine aren’t as dark as yours yet, I’m getting there," Merlin shrugged, barely paying attention to his very obvious observation, "It’s trendy these days. Merchant Shelvy herself told me."

Barely a response other than the man’s eyebrows knitting together.  “What, you’re not in the mood for jokes? Come to think of it, you never were!” 

"Rarely woven into my nature, Merlin," he stated a fact almost everyone already knew. He was rigid, built almost like the dwarven automatons above. "I can't thank you enough for all you've done, yet I can't help but wonder why you would go this far for Sal'thorin."

"A bit too late to wonder about that, isn’t it?" She chuckled at his puzzled expression. "I’m always tangled in everyone’s messes, always have been. Trust me, this isn’t my first rodeo and it sure as hell won’t be my last."

Indris knew that. She had been there with him and Zanie every step of the way. Merlin had never faltered, not even once, and yet the instinctive response he had was questioning her dedication and sincerity, albeit only briefly. He should have known better.

"Besides, you’re my friend now. Friends help each other out, don't they?"

There was a shift in his usually still expression as he looked at her. Something caught in his throat, uncertainty flared in his gaze as if unsure how to tread further. Meanwhile, the poor Magister mimicked his uneasiness from where she stood. Had she overstepped a boundary she hadn’t known existed?

“Apologies, this is not quite a common concept for me," he cleared his throat. "I only had Feli to confide in, and when he—when he left, the concept felt foreign once again."

Merlin didn’t answer right away. She knew the weight of grief but understood that her loss couldn’t compare to Indris’. Feli had been his best friend, his confidant.

"I won’t pretend I knew him the way you did," she whispered, careful. She wouldn’t claim understanding where she had none, but she wouldn’t let him carry it alone, either. "I just meant to say that you don’t have to face the grief alone."

Indris exhaled sharply and promptly followed by a silent sigh. The past few days had worn them down, the constant weight of events making it hard to breathe steadily. He wasn’t sure what he had expected her to say but it definitely wasn’t that.

Indris was prepared for the standard condolences, the kind he had his own rehearsed response for. 

(But Feli had died in her arms, his blood splattered across her. The memory played over and over in his mind—the misery in her trembling hands as they pressed against Feli's neck, desperate, half-screaming every healing spell she knew, in a fruitless attempt to defy fate.

Surely she was hurting too.)

"That’s—" 

he stopped himself, ran a hand over his face, exhaling through his nose as if the breath alone could clear the tension from his shoulders. Oh, both of them knew he was being more vulnerable than he was letting on.

"I don’t—" 

He tried to string a proper, coherent sentence before halting once more.

Indris wasn’t used to this. Wasn’t built for it.

Then he fell back to the standard reply he knew best. One he wasn’t sure he even understood, but it was all he could give: "...Understood. Thank you."

Merlin knew damn well her words hadn’t lifted his spirits in the slightest. His broad, sturdy shoulders still slumped, his face showing signs of extreme exhaustion. His hands hovered over the paperwork again, just  like a man bound by duty, but even she could see how unfocused he was. His eyes narrowed at the words, scanning them without comprehension, hoping the words would magically start making sense without him putting in the effort.

"So, give me something to help you with, and then you can rest."

"You have done enough, go rest, Merlin."

"Indris," Her tone was sharp, "I don’t think you understood what I said, what I poured my heart into. I really mean it when I say to share your burden with me. A burden shared is a burden halved, or something along those lines."

His fingers twitched slightly, but he didn’t look up. She squinted. Was this man seriously just going to out-stubborn his own exhaustion?

If he wasn’t going to help himself, she would have to do it for him.

"Will a hug help you?"

She blurted it out without thinking, a mistake she instantly regretted. She hadn’t thought it through nor considered how it would sound outside of her own head. 

Wasn’t comfort supposed to be simple? Apparently not.

The silence stretched longer than she had anticipated, dragging out painfully. She wished she could vanish into the lava lake below, or maybe just ask the dragon to swallow her whole. Both were nice, viable options that would result in a quick, painless death. 

Indris stared back at her in disbelief. Then again, his life had been tossed around ever since Merlin arrived in Sal'thorin, so maybe this shouldn’t have surprised him. And yet, his mouth opened slightly, doubting if he should say anything at all.

He hesitated, fingers twitching as he placed the paperwork back onto the desk. The man seemed like he was not entirely resistant to the idea, just bewildered by how straightforward it was despite being the most direct creature in all of Sal’thorin. 

"I don’t know."

And double down she did. "Shall we find out?”

The pause stretched, and Merlin was leaning towards the option of letting the dragon swallow her whole. Or maybe it was the right moment to entertain another possibility. Zanie was a genius, perhaps her machines could make Merlin disappear in the blink of an eye! There had to be a way to bury this shame somehow, right?

Then, by Dura’s grace, the careful nod came. Tentative, measured—like a cat testing the water, like a scout carefully stepping into uncharted territory. He didn’t trust the idea that warmth could make anything better. 

But in this very moment, he allowed himself to try.

Merlin stepped closer, and now it was her turn to hesitate as if she had forgotten how to do this entirely. And then it hit her: she was just as bad at this as he was.

The hug was brief, almost distant, even she herself had forgotten the point of doing it in the first place. She leaned down toward Indris, still seated upright in his armchair, her arms settling lightly at his back. The man returned the gesture with a remarkably stiff pat, his movements uncertain as if bracing for something far more dangerous than comfort.

A final squeeze on his shoulder, then a soft pat as she pulled away.

Nothing deep, nothing lingering, just enough.

Merlin barely had time to process what had just happened—the world’s most formal, transactional, maybe-she-should’ve-not-done-that hug—before she stepped back, rubbing her own arms absentmindedly. It was so painfully awkward she nearly exploded.

"Well?" She tilted her head slightly, as if expecting a full review after delivering the most subpar service imaginable. "Did it help?"

She meant it as something to break the tension, to pull them both back into a more familiar ground. Maybe his usual straightforward ‘no’, or maybe an awkward shake of the head. Hell, the best possible outcome of this man-made predicament was Indris at least chuckling at how mortifying that had been.

Merlin did not expect the way his fingers lightly caught at her wrist, steady this time, steadier than moments ago when he doubted anything and everything, where he hesitated at every turn. His grip tightened as he pulled her toward him, dangerous for both of them. The way his certainty had returned, albeit only briefly. 

The way his presence felt like the man she had first met in Sal’thorin: he knew what to do and what he wanted. The start of it all.

Then, she was in his lap.

It happened so suddenly that the mage blinked rapidly, her chest heaving as if trying to catch up with reality. Her brain short-circuited at the closeness, the sheer certainty of it all hitting her at once. His arms folded around her first this time, his movements stiff as always, wired into his very being. The tension still clung to him, lingering in his frame with no sign of letting go.

Merlin froze in his embrace. Then again, who wouldn’t? 

Even before she could think it through, her arms moved on instinct, wrapping around his back, pressing way firmer this time. His grasp tightened on her shoulder in response, and it struck her then: Indris’ hand was huge against her frame, it made her feel so, so small.

The man rested his forehead in the crook of her neck, his breath warm and heavy against her skin as he sighed slowly. His grasp latched as he pulled her in, holding her steady. But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

And Merlin did not pull away.

"I’m tired," he murmured quietly against her skin, those words definitely carried the weight of something long unspoken.

"So tired of it all."

"I know," her response came as a whisper meant to linger in the air between them.

"You have carried enough, Indris," she continued, but the way his name rolled too easily off her tongue left her unsettled. "You know that too, right?"

Neither moved nor spoke for a moment. Even the very environment around them seemed to understand and dared not interrupt. She felt the subtle rise and fall of his chest against hers, his breath staccato, as if chasing steadiness to the best of his abilities.

"I never hug people when I’m sober," he noted abruptly, stating a fact few knew, but one Merlin was privileged enough to be aware of.

"I know. Ravion gave us a little demonstration a while back," she teased as she recalled the absolute disaster of that encounter. Indris hummed in response, giving a slight nod at one of the things he was not very good at.

"It feels nice, this," he admitted vaguely, though his grip remained secure around her. 

"Stay with me a little longer."

It was not a commanding tone he used, but more of a quiet plea. Should Merlin choose to leave, he would let her. But would she? The way her fingers slowly ran through his hair offered no indication that she intended to.

“I will, but under one condition."

"That is?"

"You must rest after this."

His hands settled against her waist now; it felt like just the right thing to do. Indris pulled away just enough to meet her gaze, though it faltered for a moment, as if he were about to say something, but the words never left. And that’s when she noticed the faintest flush on his cheeks, barely there despite his pale skin. Yet somehow, she felt it creeping across her own face, mirroring his.

Never in her life had she imagined seeing him like this.

Ex-nobles of Sal’thorin would have thrown coins for just a moment with Indris. Yet here she was—a toplander—in his arms now. It felt strange, like she had won something bigger than anything she had ever dared to claim.

"You know I can’t," he sighed as the words slipped out quietly, "There’s still much to do."

Her fingers traced his striking features, as if sculpted by Misarte herself, it was no wonder he was idolized by many. She memorized him through her fingertips though there was no need; a face like his was unforgettable.

"A quality that makes you, you. Something I adore and hate all at once," her voice softened as she leaned in closer, closer than they had ever been, "That you’re so stubborn to a fault, Indris."

And then the words spilled out as quickly as the way he’d shot his arrows, straight to the mark: “Do you do this to your friends, Merlin?”

Yet the retort came instantly, her voice not wavering in the slightest bit. "Well, do you pull them to your lap?"

Indris couldn’t even begin to argue back as he bit the inside of his cheek. This was the consequence of letting himself feel, and yet, the only thing he wanted now was more. The gears in his head wouldn’t stop turning. Where did this end, and did he even want it to?

Her thumb brushed against his bottom lip, lingering longer than it should. She shut her eyes and whispered, her words slipping between them, lulling him in a way he couldn’t quite place. It reminded him of an incantation, a prayer he had once uttered solemnly for his queen. Indris didn’t recognize the language as it sounded foreign to him, perhaps from a place he had yet to set foot in.

He’d ask for the meaning later. For now, he only wanted to listen.

But then it hit him when heaviness slowly creeped in and forced his eyes shut. His breath caught sharp in his throat, and for a fraction of a second, he really looked at her in disbelief, a tinge of betrayal now residing behind his eyes.

She looked back, a quiet smile of victory on her lips.

"Merlin—"

Before he could protest, sleep had already taken him quick, like a newborn drifting off to dreamland without a fight. And that's how you fight a stubborn man, by using ways equally just as stubborn.

Merlin sat still on his lap, watching Indris finally claim his well-earned sleep despite some dirty-handed tactics that had to be involved. He looked completely at peace, though she noted the dark circles beneath his eyes wouldn't be fading anytime soon. It wasn’t until the adrenaline wore down that she realized that something was tugging at her senses. 

"Wait.”

Her breath hitched as her pulse kicked up again, and suddenly Merlin was carefully shifting away from him, desperate not to wake him up with her movements. Was she supposed to do the things she did? Regret crashed into her like multiple waves of avalanche, how was she going to face him tomorrow?

“What the fuck."

Maybe they weren’t supposed to do that and she wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. But the warmth of his skin still lingered on her fingertips, and she’d be a liar if she didn’t want more.

Well! Tomorrow's problems belong to tomorrow’s her. Right now, there was a more pressing matter. Her gaze now remained fixated to the stack of bureaucracy she barely understood and waited eagerly to be dealt with. Even the ever-respectable Indris had crumbled before it.

It was clear that she needs to drag Ravion over by his pointy ears. If she was drowning in paperwork, she was taking him down with her.

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

Indris snapped awake with his pulse racing, and the first thing he did, naturally, was demand an explanation from the mage. A sleeping spell? That was beyond excessive!

His eyes darted towards the paperwork which was still there, however now stacked neatly and arranged very differently from how he had left it. On top of the pile sat a note, its handwriting unmistakably familiar to him.

It read:

"This, Indris, is the last time I shall clean up your mess. I suggest you cherish the effort for the entirety of your life, for it will not happen again, no matter how you beg nor bat those irresistible eyes of yours. I assure you, my dear, I have built resistance against that handsome face of yours. Now, be a good boy and handle the rest yourself!"

Indris cringed at the note, he could feel the anger was so potent it practically bled through the ink. Perhaps he was better off not knowing what method she had used to drag Ravion into this and even convince him to help. He couldn't help but imagine Ravion and Merlin working together in front of him while he slept under the spell’s influence. The thought gnawed at him, and he could only hope no altercation had taken place in his absence. Still, he needed to go to them and check.

Other notes had been placed atop the stacks, marking where to sign, who to consult and what still needed to be dealt with. The handwriting wasn’t familiar, but he already knew the culprit. The weight on his shoulders felt a little lighter with his dearest friends helping him out.

A note stood out, placed with such precision that he couldn’t miss it.

"You owe me dinner."

The words barely settled before the events of last night came rushing back, clearer this time, and even more humiliating now that he remembered everything

Heat rushed into his cheeks and he bit the inside of his mouth in a useless attempt to fight it. Nothing could be undone, and he did regret it—or at least, that’s what he told himself. He berated himself, knowing he hadn’t thought things through nor stopped himself when he should have. How would Merlin see him now? A man so simple, solely driven by lust and desire? 

But the way his pulse still thrummed beneath his skin, the way the memory curled deep into his chest, said otherwise. If given the chance to repeat it, he was sure he would have done it all over again.

Indris glanced left and right, before slipping the note into his pocket. He had every intention of collecting his prize before the day was over.

Oh, was there ever any doubt?

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

notes: please play the side quests they were so funny!! also I fully support the Ravion/Indris agenda 100% but I cannot help myself I gotta insert Merlin in between. Oops!

[orange-sora]

Yes, I am wicked, a literal manifestation of my mother's sins. I have unfortunately encountered far too many corrupt rich losers and they commit hate crimes right in front of my salad (almost daily even). I ignore it like a professional no fucks giver. I have to flirt with every woman so they know I am the straightest hottest man ever. Indris, my beloathed bro, punched me for that. Can you imagine? Jealous... he can't get any. Alas, that's his fate. Almost broke my golden mask. That was a wild, unforgettable experience. He also hugs me and holds me because he's a touch-starved pleb with abysmal alcohol tolerance. I let him because why waste energy? I changed the rules of our world and faced immense humiliation because I am just charitable like that, no exceptions, and thought poor Indris deserved a chance. Also, it's funny when he gets annoyed so I need to keep him near me. For entertainment, obviously. And make sure he survives so I guess I will conspire against my mom's dogs by teaming up with the toplanders, whatever it's not like I care. Anyway since I am so villain coded, I can't possibly be a ruler. I will graciously give it all to Indris, the one I believe to be a true hero with a heart so gold he shines like sunlight in this dingy mushroom world. Anyway, since I dislike him so much, everyone has to pay a "I don't love him" fee for making me talk about him. Also you're banned from ever speaking of this or I will sue for defamation.

[amadenchart]

Dryyyyssss he's gonna get sick and die! Have mercy hahah!

Sudden summer downpours hit the steppe and there's no place to hide except under Indrys' veil. Not that it will help anyway, but Vygo can never pass up an opportunity to annoy his twin!

[OCs: Indrys and Vygo]

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[thelockedhour]

Wild WBN theory time!!

I think most if not all of the coven of elders except for Ame have taken some levels in the Wicked Witch subclass. It just makes sense to me as a byproduct of their age and their "kill a ton of people to save the word" plan.

Also I think Indri's OG apprentice is the young woman frozen in the courtyard and Nyeve is a new addition to the castle.

Like the way Indri treats her young ward is sooooo evil witch coded.

[soubidou]

I keep thinking back to the discussion between Ame and Indri because

What. A. Scene.

But also! When talking about her potential death/destruction of her station, Ame said that she could imagine going from 5 to 3 witch being some level of problematic and Indri didn't bat an eye!! Except the math is wrong here. If only Ame disappears then it's down to 4... But she said 3... She suggested that two witches would be taken out and Indri didn't react.

So it could just be, you know, math.

It could be that I heard wrong.

or it could be a thing.... Coz that dialogue was so many levels of intense and playing the game of witches

[bobbinacrossafricatake2]

Secondary Forest

May 28, 2024

We woke up, packed up and had breakfast in the dining room. The lodge was very nice, but not the same level of elegance we’ve become used to in Africa. Maharo told us it’s one of the higher end places, so it seems that at least this part of Madagascar simply has a different standard of luxury.

Maharo picked us up and we met Mary and Mario at the entrance to the Adalamazantra forest, the secondary forest. The primary forest, where we were yesterday, is a term for a forest with solely endemic plants. The secondary forest has had plants introduced from afar, such as eucalyptus. The secondary forest is also much more accessible by civilized roads, hence has many more visitors. We saw quite a few folks on our walk, but not so many that it was distracting. There were three loops available: short, medium and long. We opted for medium. When we first entered, we marched along a wide path with stepping stones - a far cry from the slightly trodden, less trodden and newly minted paths we forged yesterday! It felt a little more like a nature walk than a rainforest hike. Not five minutes in, we saw our first lemurs - of the bamboo variety. A bunch of little guys side by side on a branch doing their lemur thing, whatever that is. We wound up spotting (well, Mary and Mario spotting) quite a few lemurs, in addition to the bamboo fella’s: golden safika, brown, nocturnal woolies (several asleep in a scrum on a branch), and the largest of all lemurs, the indri indri, which are endangered. The first indri’s we saw were just hanging out. It’s frustrating to see them way up high unmoving. Back lit by the sky, their little faces and red eyes don’t show up well. But when they start moving, swinging wildly from branch to (far away!) branch, they’re a total hoot to watch. Some are a little more active when they sit in place, looking around on high alert craning their necks around and their little ears perking up; or chomping on berries and leaves (their mamas didn’t teach then to eat with their mouths closed). As yesterday, Mary and Mario were great at positioning us for optimal viewing and photos. The best part, however was the audio version of the show. Families of lemurs of the same species call out to each other for a few minutes to say good morning. We first heard the serenade far in the distance, then a family to our left called out with windy, screechy, scary, somewhat high-pitched noises. On command, a nearby family responded, so we got the full, quite loud, effect. So wild. We felt like we were in a rainforest. Oh, we were in a rainforest!! We hoped to see some good birds, but only once stopped when there were quite a few flying around. Beautiful they were, particularly a bright blue one that was too speedy to capture on film. We saw a few flowers, but it turns out that fall simply is the wrong season for much color in the forest, except, of course for green everywhere! To see many of the lemurs, we dipped off the nature-walk-like path and indeed followed more moderately trodden paths up the hillside and down, and up and down again. All in all, it was a wonderful 2 1/2ish hour walk/hike!

Maharo had told us yesterday that he’d take us to Mary’s restaurant for lunch. We were skeptical (worried, even) but it was quite nice. Surprise of surprises, Mary’s name is actually Marie - got lost on us with the French accent. Marie’s restaurant was one of the first to be built in the area. Not only is she a guide but an entrepreneur! Madagascar may be a developing country, but it’s heartening to see a woman has been out on the forefront of tourism for many years!

The ride home was pretty crazy, but didn’t seem quite as insane as the drive out. Still loads of trucks, still the communication of the road passing, swerving, avoiding pot-craters, vehicles and people. And there was the one guy in front of us who Jillebob dubbed “Smoke Fiend” whose vehicle was spewing stinky black fumes, and contrary to the rules of the road, would not let us pass. But we also took the opportunity to appreciate the spectacular, lush, green landscapes of hills, villages, pastures and rice paddies. Really beautiful. Back close to Tana, traffic got bad, but gave us the opportunity to observe life in the outskirts of the city: hardware stores here, butchers with rancid-looking meat hanging there, wonderful fruits and veg here, baskets of grains there - all fascinating. Loads of peeps walking along the street, cars leaving the city at what must have been rush hour. All part of the experience of getting to know Madagascar.

The staff at Maison Gallieni welcomed us back like we were family. We had the same room that we had a few nights ago and did not have to complete any paperwork on check-in. When we asked if there were other guests, the staff, who do not speak much English and don’t understand Jill’s French, replied, “Yes, your friends!” We decided that it had to be one of the two Aussie couples we met a few nights ago. The big reveal at dinner … Maureen and Andy. We exchanged tales of the last two days and learned that, the very quiet Andy, had worked out a whole Australia itinerary for us.

[alysagrey7]

Siddhartha Sharma’s Indian Indri Whisky Named Best in the World

Siddhartha Sharma, Founder of Piccadily Distilleries, said, “The way the world sees India is changing. Indians are breaking barriers in technology, business, sports, and creating high-quality premium products. India has always been known for its exceptional quality and fine products for centuries, and now we’re seeing India’s magic return, with achievements like the Chandrayaan moon landing, Neeraj Chopra’s world record, and many other Indians reaching new milestones.

“It’s an exciting time for India, and Indian whiskies are keeping up. We are proud to be part of this journey. Indri’s win at the Whiskies of the World awards, where it was named the Best Whisky in the World, shows our commitment to putting homegrown quality products on the global stage. We are honored to be recognized by such a respected platform, standing out among hundreds of whiskies from around the world.”

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Award-Winning Indri Whisky Unveils 2024 Diwali Collector’s Edition After Global Recognition

Indri’s Diwali Collector’s Edition 2024, crafted by Piccadily Agro Industries Limited, has once again taken center stage by winning a Gold Medal at the prestigious Whiskies of the World Awards 2024. This marks another big achievement in Indri’s journey, continuing its streak of international success.

This renowned competition honors the world’s finest whiskies, and Indri’s latest edition impressed the judges with its exceptional craftsmanship, rich flavors, complexity, and unique Indian character. This is the second year in a row that Indri’s Diwali Collector’s Edition has received this honor.

A Proud Moment for Indri Siddhartha Sharma, Promoter of Piccadily Agro Industries Limited, shared his excitement about this win:

“We are extremely proud to continue our legacy with the 2024 edition. This achievement reinforces Indri’s position as a global leader in premium whisky making. Winning at the Whiskies of the World Awards, along with our recognition as the world’s fastest-growing single malt brand, is a major milestone in our journey.

This award is a testament to our commitment to crafting world-class whiskies that showcase the richness of Indian ingredients while constantly innovating. As we continue to grow at a rapid pace, we’re not just collecting awards—we’re putting Indian single malts on the global stage, competing with the best whisky producers in the world.”

With this latest win, Indri further cements its reputation as a top-tier whisky brand, making India proud on the international stage.

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[5-7-9]

Oh cool! The Wild Kratts wiki has trivia!

I never noticed that Martin is implied to know some spanish and chinese. Speaking of which, i noticed Chris knows sign language from the recent episode about Chimpanzees, and that both brothers learned Malagasy for a year (i googled that one actually, not in trivia, but Chris names the Indri baby Mambiky meaning “jump” in the recent Blue and Green world special episode). I don’t remember Chris saying the scientific names for animals, except for the epsiode where it talks about science names because of their mantis named after them, but i think the wiki applies certain moments into an assumed habit for some reason. Who is doing the wiki?

I never noticed they tried establishing distinguishing personalities, like the swimming versus climbing brother thing. The small fandom mentions the older brother younger brother thingy, but i didn’t know that until recently. The analytical and playful part i didn’t notice either, but i can kinda see it now.

[whiskylovers]

17 best Indian single malt whiskies to celebrate the festive season: Check price and more

SUMMARY 

The CNBC-TV18 Travel Desk has handpicked 17 best made in India whiskies that unveil a narrative of quality within the flourishing domain of whiskies across the world. Do Note: Consumption of alcohol is injurious to health, please drink responsibly. 

In the dynamic realm of premium single malt whiskies, a diverse number of Indian brands have emerged, some of which have been awarded as the world’s best. These whikies captivate discerning palates of whisky enthusiasts globally. Renowned for their distinct flavours and meticulous craftsmanship, these whiskies showcase the evolving landscape of production of spirits in India. From expressions reflecting rich heritage to innovative blends that transcend borders, the CNBC-TV18 Travel Desk has handpicked 15 best Indian Single malt whiskies and how expensive they are. Read on to know more. 

No 1. Paul John Single Malt Mithuna | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹22000 | Crafted with precision, the Paul John Single Malt Mithuna, boasting intricate flavours, making it a luxurious choice for whisky enthusiasts seeking a distinctive experience. 

No 2. Paul John Single Malt Oloroso | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹13,000 | With a rich and nuanced profile, the Paul John Single Malt Oloroso is a captivating option for those who appreciate the interplay of Oloroso sherry casks in their whisky. 

No 3. Paul John Single Malt Pedro Ximenez | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹13,000 | Offering an enticing blend of flavors, the Paul John Single Malt Pedro Ximenez reflects the influence of Pedro Ximenez casks in its maturation, providing enthusiasts with a sophisticated choice. 

No 4. Rampur Indian Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹12500.00 | The Rampur Indian Single Malt by Radico Khaitan offers a delightful expression of Indian craftsmanship with its unique flavor profile, appealing to discerning whisky lovers. 

No 5. Crazy Cock Dhua - The Peated One | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹12500.00 | A product by South Seas Distilleries is a rich full bodied, mildly peated, rare and exquisite single malt aged in imported bourbon and rare sherry casks, skillfully crafted by our master blender using peated malts of great age and mellowness, into a perfectly balanced whisky. 

No 6. Amrut Indian single malt whisky exclusive edition | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹9900.00 | The Amrut Exclusive Edition stands as a testament to the brand's commitment to quality, providing a distinctive and accessible choice for enthusiasts seeking an exceptional Indian single malt. 

No 7. Crazy Cock Rare - Aged in Double Oak | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹8900 | A full-bodied rare and exquisite single malt whisky that has been matured to perfection in two imported oak casks: bourbon casks and sherry casks. This exceptional whisky skillfully hits the sweet spot, achieving a seamless fusion of the two casks, resulting in enhanced viscosity that promises a truly indulgent experience. 

No 8. Paul John Bold Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹6000.00 | With a bold and robust flavour profile, the Paul John Bold Single Malt offers an affordable yet premium option for those who appreciate the craftsmanship of Indian single malts. 

No 9. Paul John Brilliance Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹6000.00 | Celebrated for its brilliance in both flavour and affordability, the Paul John Brilliance Single Malt caters to whisky connoisseurs who seek quality at an accessible price point. 

No 10. Longitude 77 Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹5500.00 | Recently introduced by Pernod Ricard India, the Longitude 77 Single Malt provides a captivating choice with a distinctive British Indian touch, appealing to those exploring the expanding landscape of Indian single malts. 

No 11. Indri Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹5400.00 | The Indri Single Malt distilled by Piccadily Distilleries was recently awarded the best Single Malt Whisky in the world. It stands as a testament to the brand's dedication to quality and affordability. 

No 12. Godawan Fruit And Spicy Whisky | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹5400.00 | The Godawan Fruit and Spicy Whisky offers a unique flavour profile, combining fruity and spicy notes, providing a distinctive choice for whisky enthusiasts seeking diversity in their collection. 

No 13. Amrut Fusion Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹5200.00 | Continuing to captivate enthusiasts with its fusion of Indian and Scottish influences, the Amrut Fusion Single Malt delivers a harmonious and well-balanced whisky experience. 

No 14. Paul John Edited Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹5000.00 | The Paul John Edited Single Malt strikes a balance between affordability and the brand's commitment to delivering exceptional Indian single malts, offering a carefully crafted expression. 

No 15. Kamet Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹5000.00 | Showcasing the brand's dedication to quality, the Kamet Single Malt offers enthusiasts an accessible yet sophisticated option in the realm of Indian single malts. 

No 16. Amrut Peated | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹4950.00 | Standing as a distinctive choice for those who appreciate smoky and peaty notes, the Amrut Peated delivers a memorable experience at an attractive price point. 

No 17. Paul John Nirvana Single Malt | Price for 750 ml bottle in Mumbai: ₹3275.00 | Offering an affordable yet delightful experience, the Paul John Nirvana Single Malt serves as an accessible entry point for individuals exploring the world of Indian single malts. 

[rufuslupislupis]

I think there are similarities between these things, yes, but they’re not exactly the same. There was an emphasis not on the mundane usage of magic — that’s kind of Ame and Wren’s whole thing, cozy magic and crafted knickknacks — but on the way that magic is intended.

The Citadel is aiming not just to impress but to frighten, a little bit. Like an animal bristling to make itself larger. These are displays of power, not just tools of convenience, and I think they kind of are supposed to make an outsider feel smaller. Luxury is well and good but there can be malice in how that luxury’s shown off.

I’d say Indri’s use of magic to dazzle and impress is more similar. Except, you know, she wants you so busy gawking at how pretty she is that you don’t see she’s stabbing you in the back.

I was under the impression that what the music box was doing was copying the information, but it seems it might have straight up stolen it?

All I'm saying that, long term, the only way to keep Nif safe is to have Indri be magically bound not to harm her, perhaps because they are part of the same coven?

Anyone else find it kinda sus that after allvthat ablut how the Citadel debases magic by using it for means mundane, Tefmet is clearly very much the same in that way? The picture Brennan painted to Eursulon of the not-Bag of Holding and Tefmet's inability to conceive of nonmagical solutions to nonmagical problems (and even their struggle to even conceive the notion that a problem might not be magical in nature) are really not what I expected from the person here to advocate that the Citadel is transgressing against magic's sanctity or whatever

[amadenchart]

Nothing to say except I think I'm in love with Indrys' veil. The details, the ornaments... it looks to good on her! TOT

Awwww thank you!! I think the addition of the veil was amazing, she looks so beautiful and feminine with it! *v*

[osrmedia]

7 Advantages of Residing in Luxury Apartments

In today’s fast-paced world, luxury apartments have become more than just a status symbol; they represent a lifestyle choice that combines comfort, convenience, and elegance. If you’re contemplating investing in or residing in a luxury apartment, understanding its benefits can help you make a more informed decision. This blog explores seven compelling advantages of living in luxury apartments, with a focus on the Indian real estate market and locations such as Two Horizon Center in Gurgaon and Indri Karnal.

1. Superior Quality and Design

Exquisite Craftsmanship: Luxury apartments are known for their exceptional quality and design. From high-end materials to meticulous finishes, these apartments are built to offer the highest standards of living. Features like marble flooring, designer fixtures, and custom cabinetry are common, providing both functionality and aesthetic appeal.

Architectural Elegance: The architectural design of luxury apartments often reflects contemporary trends and innovative styles, creating a visually stunning living environment. Whether you’re looking at upscale developments like Two Horizon Center Gurgaon or exploring villa plots for sale, the design aspect ensures a visually appealing and unique residence.

2. High-End Amenities

Exclusive Facilities: One of the major draws of luxury apartments is their range of exclusive amenities. Residents often enjoy access to private gyms, swimming pools, spa services, and even rooftop gardens. These facilities are designed to enhance your lifestyle and provide convenience without having to leave the comfort of your home.

Enhanced Convenience: Amenities such as concierge services, valet parking, and 24/7 security ensure that daily living is not just comfortable but also hassle-free. These services are part of what makes living in luxury apartments a superior experience.

3. Prime Locations

Strategic Locations: Luxury apartments are typically situated in prime locations, offering proximity to high-end shopping, dining, and entertainment options. Areas like Indri Karnal and high-profile developments like Two Horizon Center Gurgaon are strategically placed to provide easy access to major urban centers and key amenities.

Prestigious Address: Residing in a luxury apartment often means having a prestigious address, which can enhance your social standing and provide a sense of exclusivity.

4. Enhanced Security

Advanced Security Measures: Luxury apartments prioritize safety with features like 24/7 security personnel, surveillance cameras, and controlled access points. This heightened security ensures peace of mind for residents, knowing that their home and belongings are well-protected.

Privacy: With restricted access and fewer units per floor, luxury apartments often offer greater privacy compared to standard residential buildings.

5. Investment Potential

High Resale Value: Investing in a luxury apartment often comes with a strong potential for high resale value. The prime locations, superior construction quality, and exclusive amenities make these properties highly sought after in the real estate market.

Attractive Rental Income: For investors, luxury apartments can also provide attractive rental income opportunities due to their high demand and premium rental rates. Consulting with a reliable channel partner in real estate can help you understand market trends and maximize your investment.

6. Comprehensive Maintenance

Well-Maintained Property: Luxury apartments are typically managed by professional property management companies that ensure the upkeep of common areas and maintenance services. This means residents can enjoy a well-maintained environment without having to handle day-to-day maintenance issues themselves.

On-Site Management: Having on-site management also ensures that any issues or repairs are addressed promptly, contributing to a seamless living experience.

7. Community and Lifestyle

Upscale Community: Living in a luxury apartment often means becoming part of an upscale community. This can provide social and networking opportunities with like-minded individuals who value quality and exclusivity.

Lifestyle Enhancements: The lifestyle offered by luxury apartments extends beyond the physical space, including access to social events, recreational activities, and community services that enhance overall quality of life.

Conclusion

Residing in a luxury apartment offers numerous advantages, from high-end amenities and superior quality to prime locations and enhanced security. Whether you’re considering a move to a prestigious address like Two Horizon Center Gurgaon or exploring villa plots for sale in emerging areas like Indri Karnal, the benefits of luxury living are clear.

[ringchollyandfriends]

Good things about Puppy to try and reduce my spiraling that "I'm Ruining My Dog":

- He has no desire to hurt anybody. He just wants to play with the cats, with us and to with Indris.

- He's not scared of any noise. He might startle when hearing a new sound, but he recovers in seconds.

- He, somehow, doesn't eat anything he shouldn't (except... poop). He will pick up anything in his mouth, but luckily for me, he doesn't swallow anything bad. (He picked up a cigarette, didn't eat it. He picks up rocks every day, doesn't eat them. [tw: bugs] He brought a bettle, unharmed, in the house.)

- He likes push his toys onto my body when playing. I don't know why, but going from a possessive dog to this is delightful. Same with his chews, if he's not on me, he prefers to eat them when I'm nearby.

- He's not very barky. We're working on his struggle to be alone, but he doesn't bark a lot. And when he does, it doesn't last long.

[lionews]

"Aaaaaanywayyys... how does everyone feel about grullo and the absolute eyesore of a marking ritual?" Grullo's nice, it's not really *grullo* but it fits with the texture theme of Locust and Gregarious. More Cream bases is a good thing too, imo. Hot take: I actually like Ritual. Everything except Fawn is decent and I really like Indri. Whoever said it's "almost identical" to Immolation is absolutely wrong; they complement each other and they're similar colors but they are nowhere near the same.

We do not like Ritual.

Mod opinion, of course.