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

[mythalenaste]

"Wh...?" She's not going to complain, but Pel does smile as she takes the mulled wine. Ooh, warm and it smells wonderful! She warms her hands on it briefly, grinning up at the cool Orlesian mage who was sensible and awesome the entire meeting.

"What point did I make?"

[fleurdesel]

"One that no one else there rightly could, as it was not our place. 'The last of the Elvhan, never again shall you submit.'" She dips down to pick a seat across from Pel, sweeping her skirts out of the way of passers by. "It was most emphatically made."

[mythalenaste]

Pel bites down on her own smile. "Didn't help that I ended it with bitch."

[fleurdesel]

"That was for emphasis. It is a reminder I think that needed to be made, and while it probably wasn't the most political way of doing so it was the most satisfying." While the Senior Enchanter had her points Adelaide found her somewhat insufferable. Just a touch.

[mythalenaste]

"It was very satisfying." Pel looks downright smug about it, in fact. "Politics exist to make people feel good about themselves while complicating issues."

[fleurdesel]

"Mmm. Which is why I hope no one attempts to speak of them too much tonight. I have had more than my fill for the day." What comes will come. All they can do is try to make certain no one burns in the process.

[mythalenaste]

Pel grins into her cup and takes a drink.

"This is really good. What's in it?"

[fleurdesel]

"Clove, cinnamon, nutmeg, allspice and a touch of honey to sweeten the bite. The Fereldan red it came from only improves upon mulling, trust me." Red water is what it'd been.