Inebrion knows what they like, and what they like is sweet, bright, and served in excess. They travel far and wide in search of the perfect drink—coconut-laced breezes, sugared citrus, and ciders thick with fruit.

​

Once found, restraint is abandoned. Inebrion consumes with singular focus, glass after glass, garnish and all, until the world softens at the edges and folds gently inward. And with that, they are entirely on island time.

​

Innebrion can most often be found sprawled across sun-warmed sands or wherever the last indulgence left them, deep in slumber, dreaming only of the perfect sip.