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

[arlathvhen]

Beleth doesn't want to approach her at first. Not because she dislikes the other woman, but because Galadriel seems like some kind of myth that had stepped out of the tales of the hahrens and into Skyhold. An elf of Arlathan itself could not have been as beautiful. And Beleth, firmly seated in mediocrity in regards to every aspect of her life, found it hard to even begin to think of what she could bring to the table for such a woman to actually have a conversation with.

After a bit of hemming and hawing, she finally stepped over as Galadriel was serving wine, and took one of the cups, flashing the woman a small smile. "Thank you, my lady. This is a good diversion, I think, from the rising tempers of earlier. The alcohol certainly helps." That was kind of a joke. Sort of. Good enough.