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

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Cue in the Bard

[equanimiti]

It didn't take long for Alayre to catch wind of all the celebration happening behind the medical tents. One of his men caught wind of it and decided to report back to the Knight-Commander. While Alayre has no qualms about social gatherings happening within the hold, he's rather curious as to what all this is about. He caught a glimpse of the festivities and couldn't help but smile a little.

There's various bottles of wine everywhere, food, and snacks but not any music. He frowns a little at that. What's a party without good music? Deciding to correct that error himself, Alayre marches right over towards to tavern to rent a bard for the evening. The bard was more than willing to take his coin and even happier to play his lute for the jovial crowd. Hoping this would bring a little more life to this little party, Alayre leans back and listens as the bard starts to play.

Life here at the hold might be dreadful at best, but tonight will be merry.

( ooc: music is on, feel free to have your characters put on their dancing shoes. Just grab a partner )

[fleurdesel]

"You need a glass as well, Ser." Was that- teasing? It was. Faintly, kindly, and offered with a glass of a nice buttery white. Adelaide was beyond worrying about mages or templars or councils or anything at this point- there was wine, there was warmth, and now? There was music. "For bringing the bard."

[equanimiti]

A slight chuckle escapes him once Adelaide approaches him offering a glass of wine just for him. Alayre had done his fair share of drinking lately but oddly enough both times had been the former enchantress to tempt him. Quite fond of the idea of having another drinking partner, Alayre accepts the glass graciously. While he's indeed fond of mulled wine, he actually does like white wine as well. It's just that he's a tad picky about his selection.

"Do I? Well, if the resident healer says so, whom am I to state otherwise?" He replies with a hint of amusement in his tone. "Oh, no need to thank me. I just thought everyone should just enjoy the night while they can." He says with a smile before taking a sip of this glass.

Skyhold is going to be littered with wine bottles eventually.

[fleurdesel]

"I honestly did not intend this to become so large a gathering. I merely wished to break into the few bottles of wine we'd picked up or been given in return for our services. My Apprentices did most of the rest." Andraste bless them. She'll have to do something for them in the morning- everyone that has joined them seemed to need this warmth and peace after the debate and the first bite of winter on the horizon.

"Mmm. A glass or two more and I may even be compelled to dance." May. She hadn't in years, there wasn't much reason for dancing nor time for it in the Spire.

[equanimiti]

"Praise be your humble apprentices for a job well done." Alayre says with a cheerful grin as he takes another generous sip. This particular brand of wine has a buttery aftertaste that tempts his taste buds to try more. He'll have to ask for he name of this one later.

"You can dance?" A haughty laugh escapes him. "Really now? I had thought you possessed two left feet." He's teasing of course. It's not often that Alayre can relax and actually be himself and not the broody Knight-Commander.

"Hurry and drink a few more glasses. I hadn't found a dancing partner worthy of my graces yet."

[fleurdesel]

"The LeBlancs are a noble family of Orlais, Ser. Though I left that behind some vestiges of it yet remain." Any respectable noble knew how to dance- even in the Spire some of that attitude lingered enough for her to bother learning. It was one of the few places that Mages might meet, might touch without undue scrutiny. Not that the opportunity rose often.

Such simple creature comforts as contact weren't often offered- but unlike most Adelaide never took much time to seek them out. "One does not hurry through this wine. One savors it."

[equanimiti]

"Well savor it faster."

There's a playful grin upon his face as he regards Leblanc, clearly the effects of a mild buzz. The only other person to see such a smile from him is Taashath. The two had become drinking buddies as of late and the qunari is well acquainted with Alayre's drunken cheerfulness.

"I cannot claim I ever danced with nobility before. Being lowborn certainly limits one's options in dancing partners."

[fleurdesel]

"As mages give up their titles upon entering their circles you can continue to say you have not. Unless something urges my family to extend the courtesy to me, I am but myself and little more." She has never paused to think on seeking aide from them, what good would come of it? More time has been spent worrying over her students, over their survival. Val Royeaux would not welcome them so easily as the Inquisition has.