[ The wine was not a vintage of Amaurot unfortunately-- that had not likely survived the age and as far as creation went, he could not create wine; that had never been his specialty, he could pull a good vintage from the cellars of the empire; and there was a hidden store underneath Longmirror Lake in Il Mheg, just underneath the Church of the First Light that he had pulled a few bottles from (but which existed at least hundreds of bottles more)-- oh yes and a few times where he'd nicked from Shamani Lomani's secret stash.
This was actually from Wineport directly; he'd summoned it across time nad space because to be perfectly fair-- what was power useful for if one couldn't use it in a manner that was also completely trivial?
But no matter, Allumette's aether seemed to swirl within an eddying stream of uncertainty-- he could see it, a glimmer of absolute chaos and the tendrils of Light aether was not doing anything to 'help' the entire situation. But he knew that she was grasping it and he liked where her mind was going and so he pushed himself up from the rock he was leaning against and then started to approach Allumette with no small amount of purpose within his golden gaze. ]
Perhaps I can assist with jogging your memories?
[ Perhaps she should tread lightly within this situation for this could go one of many ways and none of them would likely be comfortable. When there was a touch, the memories could be quite random but there were a plethora of them that existed between them-- some wonderful, other painful. It was a veriable roulette ]
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This was actually from Wineport directly; he'd summoned it across time nad space because to be perfectly fair-- what was power useful for if one couldn't use it in a manner that was also completely trivial?
But no matter, Allumette's aether seemed to swirl within an eddying stream of uncertainty-- he could see it, a glimmer of absolute chaos and the tendrils of Light aether was not doing anything to 'help' the entire situation. But he knew that she was grasping it and he liked where her mind was going and so he pushed himself up from the rock he was leaning against and then started to approach Allumette with no small amount of purpose within his golden gaze. ]
Perhaps I can assist with jogging your memories?
[ Perhaps she should tread lightly within this situation for this could go one of many ways and none of them would likely be comfortable. When there was a touch, the memories could be quite random but there were a plethora of them that existed between them-- some wonderful, other painful. It was a veriable roulette ]