Post by freshstrawberries on Jan 14, 2024 18:44:27 GMT
It was a beautiful night in France, hardly two hours past midnight and still with hours to go before dawn. Up in the brilliant night sky the moon stood, waxing but not yet full. The cool chill of night ran across the vast endless fields of grapes, grown en masse, an endless sprawl of vineyard broken only by occasional reservoirs or small isolated pockets of tree and park. Amidst this ocean of cultivation islands of civilization, small towns and villages whose job it was to manage the great expanse and harvest for the creation of the region's namesake: Champagne.
They glittered like isolated jewels set upon fields of grass, mimicking the stars above, stars that became obscured as the air cracked unnaturally. Cracks spread and then grew into a gaping maw of pitch black, a frightening thing, that few if any below would actually see. From this gaping wound in the sky would step out a woman with shocking pink hair and gold set upon a curious mask over half her face, a hand extended to help her companion step out onto the cool night air and gaze upon the tranquil, pastoral beauty of the region.
"Champagne, France, literally the only place like it in the world, if only due to what they make here. You couldn't have a more idyllic countryside to view. Granted all those endless fields are dedicated to growing but three things. Pinot, Muenier, and Chardonnay. Luxurious grapes that you'll hardly find available for sale in any normal market, they're almost exclusively used for wine." Two ghostly thieves stood on the air over Champagne France. Though they meant no harm to its people, they were here to steal a paltry few dozen bottles of its famous product.