[ The reaction earns Lune a huge grin in return, alongside a gentle laugh. ]
I'm going to let that...breathe a bit, and get another glass. [ She needs a refill, after all, and it gives her fellow Expeditioner a chance to shrug off of the laurels Sciel had laid on her shoulders to whatever degree she prefers. ] Anything you need? Oh — and if anyone approaches, give them the look. You know, the — [ And here she half-turns, adopting a colder, pointed look that can only be a loving exaggeration of the woman at her side. ] that one. And they'll hurry right off, I guarantee it.
[ After getting Lune's order, if any, Sciel leaves her with a wink before maneuvering to the nearest table, where the bottles are nestled in buckets of ice. She doesn't for a moment analyse within herself why she'd gone and rambled about some of the many things she adores in Lune, because she isn't the type to do so, though there is a furtive glance back in the mage's direction as she selects between white and red (eventually opting for another red). And maybe there's a tiny voice that suggests those sorts of things are better offered up after more than just a single drink.
But, no. That little voice is in the minority, and Sciel reaffirms within herself that she is perfectly comfortable hyping her friends up at any level of sobriety. ]
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I'm going to let that...breathe a bit, and get another glass. [ She needs a refill, after all, and it gives her fellow Expeditioner a chance to shrug off of the laurels Sciel had laid on her shoulders to whatever degree she prefers. ] Anything you need? Oh — and if anyone approaches, give them the look. You know, the — [ And here she half-turns, adopting a colder, pointed look that can only be a loving exaggeration of the woman at her side. ] that one. And they'll hurry right off, I guarantee it.
[ After getting Lune's order, if any, Sciel leaves her with a wink before maneuvering to the nearest table, where the bottles are nestled in buckets of ice. She doesn't for a moment analyse within herself why she'd gone and rambled about some of the many things she adores in Lune, because she isn't the type to do so, though there is a furtive glance back in the mage's direction as she selects between white and red (eventually opting for another red). And maybe there's a tiny voice that suggests those sorts of things are better offered up after more than just a single drink.
But, no. That little voice is in the minority, and Sciel reaffirms within herself that she is perfectly comfortable hyping her friends up at any level of sobriety. ]