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

[gatheringstorm]

At some point, a less-than-sober (but still handling it far better than most) Korrin plops down by her favorite Charger after snagging a bottle. Before she has any, though, the Vashoth mage slips an arm around Krem and gives him an affectionate squeeze. And yes, she's still sober enough to realize her own strength and not crush him in the process.

"That's for the extremely mysterious figure who confetti-bombed the mage gathering. Thanks, we needed that."

[kremdelacreme]

Krem leans with the squeeze, letting his weight rest against Korrin as he raises his bottle.

"Of course. Everyone needs a sudden shower of confetti every now and then." He smirks faintly, his free arm wrapping around her back and returning the gesture. "Hopefully nobody got legitimately upset over the whole thing." He'd ducked out of the tower after the initial reactions, hadn't stayed to hear the rest of the meeting since it wasn't really anything for him to be part of.

[gatheringstorm]

Aw, Krem. Korrin will try not to slouch on him, though she's increasingly less concerned with remaining upright. She snorts at that last part, shaking her head. "It was an interruption when we needed it. There was far more to get legitimately upset over during the meeting itself. Fucking Senior Enchanter thinking I'd ever consent to join a fucking Circle...."

She lowers her voice at that latter part, though, not willing to sacrifice continued booze for the sake of venting.

[kremdelacreme]

"One of those lesser-known responsibilities of mercenary lieutenants is making sure their men aren't at eachothers' throats, and knowing how to do so in an improvised fashion. Sometimes confetti works, sometimes it's making a face at the right time and making someone laugh."

Listening to her mutter, Krem just leans into her a little more heavily, nudging her with his shoulder. "He's an ass, barely worth getting bloomers bunched over. Besides, if anyone decided to put you in a Circle or...make you that weird masked qunari thing... Well. They wouldn't exist for very long as anything but a very thin smear on the stonework."

[gatheringstorm]

That gets a chuckle from Korrin, and another squeeze. She can't help being more affectionate tonight, at least with those she's most comfortable. That Templar isn't getting a hug any time soon.

"That's a lovely image...and one I appreciate. I can't say it's been easy on the nerves, being here without my kith and with a bunch of Templars nearby. But have you and other friendly faces around helps. I can have a substitute kith, at least."

Lest she get too mushy, Korrin remembers to ask something before it slips her mind again. "How's the project coming along? I take it those fabric bombs were the leftovers?"

[kremdelacreme]

"The ones too small to be repurposed into anything else, yes," he confirms, smile brightening a bit. "I'll be done with it soon, thankfully, and Bull's already gotten the catapult for it tucked away in the battlements."

[gatheringstorm]

"Excellent. I can't wait for that." Korrin doesn't need to know every last detail, though of course Krem's free to share. She's just glad to see this plan come to fruition, and enjoy the show when it happens. "Between Adelaide's thing and yours, that might be enough to take the edge off with most folk." Any annoyed by it is worth annoying, so Korrin doesn't care about that.