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

[sandsofhell]

Then it might also surprise her that, not only does he have all his teeth, but that they're also rather white and well kept. Don't see that everyday in a medieval setting,r isn't? Magic or no. Nice teeth aside his liver is probably screaming at him to stop drinking as he downs more wine. "Alcohol tends to do that."

Make people feel more loose and open to others.

"Not much of a dancer." Mostly he just goes with the flow, not really dancing dancing so much as moving his body. "But I won't say no."

[fleurdesel]

There is something a touch unsettling by how straight and bright his teeth are, like little marble stones, but as his smile isn't malicious it doesn't worry her as much as it ought. It is simply another oddity of him, something of his world.

"Neither me. It has been some time-" But she sets her glass aside all the same, the hand she offers him somewhat tentative, but made none the less. "Before the song changes, yes?"

[sandsofhell]

He was a bit hesitant at first, but slowly sat up and reached to grasp her hand loosely. "One song." He said, putting his own cup off to the side as well after polishing off what was left inside.

[fleurdesel]

"One song." Her arm tenses, fingers curling in a reflexive flinch that she stills quickly enough. This is fine. This is nothing. It is only dancing. She shakes off that fear with a shrug and leads him to where space had been made for dancing.

[sandsofhell]

Slowly his hand curled around hers as he felt her flinch slightly, though his fingers still held onto her hand loosely. He himself probably shouldn't be spending his time like this, not when his friends were...not around anymore. But those thoughts slowly melt away as she leads him to a cleared spot to dance. "Ready?"

[fleurdesel]

"As ever." She managed a smile. A thin, fragile thing, but a smile none the less. The music was pleasant, the tents warm, and the space not so crowded, the song distantly familiar. Enough that the steps came to her- even if she had to take her skirts in one hand and lift them so they wouldn't be in the way.

Because this is me forgetting this.

[sandsofhell]

The music was unfamiliar to him, however. It comes close to some traditional music back home, but the beat was different, the sound was different and the atmosphere...was about the same as what one would expect at a party. Still he would do his best to keep up, opting to subtly let her take the lead as she seemed more familiar with the steps. His own, still bandaged hands continued to hang onto her own hand gently.

The alcohol made him feel somewhat dizzy, but also somewhat more relaxed and open in his movements.

[fleurdesel]

It took a few turns before she could recall everything easily enough to be a proper lead. The steps were simple enough and each ended in a turn, gradually pulling them around the space cleared for dancers. It wasn't terribly complicated and it was thoroughly repetitive, enough that she could offer soft pointers until Martin caught on. They wouldn't win any awards or notice in the court anytime soon- but they weren't tripping over anyone either. She'll happily count that as a win.

[sandsofhell]

And catch on he did, rather quickly as well. Before long he would be following in her footsteps, sways and other movements. Listening to the melody being played while keeping an eye on his partner. To him he counts not stepping on her toes as a big win.

[fleurdesel]

True to her word the one song winds to a close and so too do they, his hand curled in hers for a moment longer as she actually huffed a soft laugh. "Thank you. This went better than I thought it might."

[sandsofhell]

"Glad to have helped someone, at least." It made him feel more human than he usually does. A way to escape the nightmares in his mind. He gave her warm hand one small squeeze before slowly pulling it away.

[fleurdesel]

"It did at that. Have a good rest of your evening, Captain." She had commandeered enough of his time. With a dip that might have been something of a curtsy were she more sober, Adelaide wove her way back to the nearest source of tea.