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]

"It's not that you didn't have a purpose, lethallan." Pel is suddenly mildly alarmed, eager to banish this way of thinking. Poor, dear Ellana! "It's that your purpose was always in your own hands and no one else's. You were free to decide what it was. There's scarcely a mage in Thedas with that freedom. You can be anything you want to be."

A smile.

"You could be a member of the mage council in the Inquisition. You could craft extraordinary tapestries or transcribe histories. You could be a duchess. Elves can't even be duchesses and you could be a duchess."

She barely even knows what a duchess is, but it sounds lofty.

"And you don't have to decide now. You don't even have to feel any way about it now, just...put it in the back of your mind and see if it makes you happy."

[serannas]

Now it's Ellana's turn to be surprised. "But I couldn't do that before, not in the clan. Everyone already had a role, and the Keeper wouldn't let me leave. At least you were allowed to attend Arlathvhen. But here, things are different. I think I could find something that fits."

Her eyes lower to her lap, but she's smiling to herself. "It's exciting. I'll have to see what happens here."

[mythalenaste]

Ugh, Arlathvhen.

"I had to attend Arlathvhen, and my time there was monopolized by my blood family. If you wanted to come, you could have asked. Or...did you?"

Pel was such an independent child that their Keeper only half-raised her. There's every reason for her to wonder now if Ellana had a very different experience with her.

[serannas]

Ellana can't see what's wrong with spending time with her blood family. But then again, Ellana has no family left and only has good memories of them. Another chance to see them is one she wouldn't waste.

"I couldn't go. I did ask, once, but Keeper Deheune said that everyone would assume I was there to be given to another clan, and we would look selfish if I wouldn't go with them. So I had to stay behind." It was like Ellana was Clan Ashara's secret, always hidden away. "She was good to me. She didn't have to keep me, but she did."