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

[serannas]

"Well met works for me," Ellana confirms, but is quick to shake her head no at the question. Her eyes glance away at where Pel sits before she continues. "I felt I wouldn't have had anything to contribute. In clans, mages are important, but I'm-- well, I'm the exception to the rule. I just let Pel handle it. She's the apprentice to our Keeper and learned how to lead, be diplomatic, all of that. I wouldn't have said anything there anyway."

[laurenande]

"I felt much the same," Galadriel assured her and, somehow, managed not to look at Pel. Instead, she sipped her wine and was content, this place was too new to align with her memory and she needed no more sorrow. This evening was a peaceful celebration, or so it was intended.

"Mae govannen," she added after a moment. She had been teaching Ellana the words of Aman, but there were few greetings as concise as 'Aneth ara' in Quenya. Sindarin was, in this instance, more than appropriate.

[serannas]

"Mae govannen," she repeats, liking to way it sounds hitting her ear. Though she can't find any similarities between their languages when it comes to word structure, she has to admit, the pronunciation of words is similar sometimes.

"That's a greeting? I like it. Mae govannen."