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ɢᴀʟᴇ, ʀɪᴢᴢᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴅᴇᴇᴘ 🔮 ([personal profile] netherese) wrote in [personal profile] gwilym 2024-03-07 12:45 am (UTC)

Lathander's Red.

['Wasted,' he says— a difficult vintage to come by outside of specific circumstances, and Gale can only imagine what other connoisseurs might say to such a thing. He may quite enjoy wine himself, but he's hardly going to shame Godfrey for not acquiring the taste.

Still, it does sting just a little bit, hearing that, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

He helps himself to another sip, pausing to let the flavor bloom on his tongue, and its second impression is not so different from the first. Nothing outstanding, but they could do far worse, like the vinegar they'd managed to pick up among the goblin camps.

Godfrey's reassurance causes his smile to warm and soften, his shoulders dropping as he lets some of the tension of the day further ease from him.]


Is that so? I could say much the same about you. Of course, I asked you here for a reason— I won't have you taking all of our burdens onto those broad shoulders of yours without insisting that you allow us to do the same in turn. Relax tonight, at the very least. Gods know you deserve it as much as any of us, perhaps moreso.

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