A bottle of white, a bottle of red

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Open to anyone that wants wine and warmth and a little company.
WHAT: Wine and no whining.
WHEN: After the mage meeting wraps up.
WHERE: Close to the healing tents, specifically the Orlesian section.
NOTES: There will be wine, drinking, unwinding, and nibbles.

The meeting had been stressful for just about everyone involved. Tempers had flared, opinions made known, a few rounds of confetti and arguing before some manner of accord. Whether it would last or however long it might? No one could truly say. In the interest of being quite done with the stress and headaches such debate brought on the Orlesian healing tents clearing out the potions, bandages, and poultices in favor of what cushions and braziers they had on hand for light and for heat. The space was open, warm, and inviting with an odd assortment of tin mugs or clay glasses set around flat side tables propped up with stones to keep them from wobbling and tipping the whole mass onto the ground. There are some dried fruits and hard cheeses, dried meat and hard crusted bread- whatever scraps they could scavenge or spare and a few bottles of wine or brandy. Across the entrance to the tents there was a sign:

Bring a bottle or food to share for entry.

Tacked below was a list of rules:

• Everyone is welcome, don't make a fuss
• Don't hog the wine
• Don't hog the food
• Don't fight or argue
• If you finish a bottle open a new one, don't recork it for someone else to find
• Clean up after yourselves

Comments

[samahl]

Cyril had managed to track down a collection of fruits, apples and pears mostly, which could be paired with wine easily enough. He seemed much more interested in the people around him than any of the wines or drinks though.

He kept an apple to munch on and then wandered around the tent for a moment, taking in the faces and eavesdropping on conversation when he could.

[el_tybs]

Well that was a face that he hadn't seen for a bit. Making his way through the crowd, Sam chuckles before dropping a hand on Cyril's shoulder and leaning in towards him.

"It's bad habit to listen in on others' conversations you know." He's saying it, but judging by how his smile widens a bit he has obviously been doing the same. "Fancy seeing you here."

[samahl]

Feeling Sam touch him and then hearing his voice makes Cyril crack a smile. He leans into that touch and chuckles a bit.

"Only if you're caught," he says. "Though I suppose you've found me." He uses that verbiage purposely, trying to recall the conversation they had through notes.

[el_tybs]

Cyril's choice of words aren't lost on him considering it wasn't that long ago that they had written to each other via that flier on the bulletin board. They certainly had a bad habit of doing that it seemed.

Laughing, Sam moves his hand to ruffle Cyril's hair a affectionately. "I suppose I have. Though I'm not in much need of a massage right now. Are there IOUs?"

[samahl]

"I suppose I can make an exception for friends," Cyril replies, smiling a bit. "Just tell me when."

[el_tybs]

"Good, otherwise that would have been such a waste," he says with a chuckle before looking around a bit. "So did you sneak in or are you here with Pel and Beleth?"

[samahl]

"Here with my Clan," Cyril confirms. "Though I was looking for you as well. How did you feel about what happened at the meeting?"

[el_tybs]

Sam makes a face at the question, even going as far as sticking out the tip of his tongue a bit. It only lasts a moment though before he gives a shrug. "Honestly, I was expecting the worst. There were... a few hiccups, but it seems like it went well."

He sighs then and rubs the back of his head. "There's too many of us and with so many ideas. But it looks like we found some common ground to get footing on. It'll be... interesting."

[samahl]

"I heard from Pel that there is going to be a council. Are you going to try for a seat?" he asks. He can't really see Sam trying for that kind of power but he's still curious about who Sam would suggest for those spots.

[el_tybs]

That earns Cyril an amused snort. Him on a seat of the council? That's a bit funny. "No, I don't think so. That sort of stuff... If I was asked or appointed the position it would be one thing. Going for something like that on my own? Not my kind of thing."

It would be interesting to see who was actually on the council though. "I'm guessing Pel is going to be trying for a seat. As well as Korrin."

[samahl]

"Pel isn't the type to go after power either," Cyril said thoughtfully. "She'll take it the moment someone asks her to, but she doesn't seek it. She shoulders it. I suppose that's a big enough difference to be noticeable, isn't it?"

[el_tybs]

"I wasn't suggesting she would do it for power. I don't think she needs anyone to ask her though. She's the type to puts herself between the things she cares about and a threat, right? This would certainly fit the bill."

[samahl]

"That's a good point," Cyril sighs a bit and then finds himself nuzzling up to Sam a bit. For a moment, he just enjoys that closeness.

"And here I was hoping she'd find a way to relax."

[el_tybs]

Sam doesn't mind the contact at all, even putting his arm back a bit so that Cyril had more room to just lean. "Maybe you should find something for her to do that isn't work then."

[samahl]

"I should find her a nice man, perhaps. She could use a nice man."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Sal was down to the bottom of his second cup of wine when he got up to roam the tent. He drifted through a few conversations, but most seemed engrossed by now, and he didn't know anyone well enough yet to feel right in interrupting. He slipped by one elf, casually noting that he seemed quite attractive and, oh, hey. He backtracked.

"How came you by that?" He gestured to the apple.

[samahl]

"I brought them," Cyril replied. He also took in Sal's form and grinned a bit, getting a bit more flirty in the way that he addressed the human.

"Would you like me to show you where I put them?"

[salvatore_underfoot]

Was that wording deliberate? He smiles, a bit lopsided. "I would, if it's no trouble."

[samahl]

Cyril's smirk certainly does seem to imply that it was, but he ends up guiding Sal towards a table where the bowl of apples has been left. Thankfully there are at least a few left.

"Here you are," he says. "In return I ask only the name that goes with your rather handsome face."

[salvatore_underfoot]

Ha. That's the the kind of the thing that will get him to smile bigger. He snags an apple and begins polishing it on his sleeve. "Of course. My name is Salvatore. Though, I would have given it freely." He asks, "You must have a name as well?"

[samahl]

"I'm Cyril, of Clan Ashara." He tries not to get too distracted by watching Sal's mouth as he eats the apple. Tries and fails.

[salvatore_underfoot]

Cyril. He knows that name... (Who knew eating was a distracting thing. Should he slow down?) "Oh!" He snaps his fingers, and quickly swallows. "The massage guy, yeah?"

[samahl]

Cyril's brow raises a bit. "Yes." Then, more smirking, "Were you interested in having one? I'd be more than happy to put my hands on you."

[salvatore_underfoot]

"That is a very tempting offer coming from one such as yourself, but..." But there was a reason he hadn't jumped on the opportunity in the first place. "Ah, well, I'm sure you've got a waiting list a mile long." That wasn't the reason.

[samahl]

Cyril isn't going to push it. He knows people have their reasons and they should have control of who touches their bodies and why.

"Oh, I am working on being that popular. If you have any friends as handsome as yourself who would be willing to take me up on the offer, send them my way."