over a drink

[oneholysock]

The OVER A DRINK Meme

1. Post with your character.

2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an overly kitsch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company.

3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance.

4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcomer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner.

5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

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[zauberdecke]

The expression on Essek's face is interested; he has a face that it is impossible to poker face; everything that had crossed his face had been the truth (at the beginning) just as it was true now, which is surprising with that he even got away with everything for so long. But that was neither here nor there, and there were ways of course to circumvent even that.

He takes another sip of the cider. "You mentioned that your mother tended the farm while your father was away for military duties? What did your family specialize in? Was it cider as well but something as well."

There was a gentle touch of Essek's hand against Caleb's forearm though it was impossibly light, as he did not want Caleb to feel anything jarring about it, but likewise he wanted to offer the simple companionship of touch to the wizard. There was also something unspoken that Caleb did not have to talk anything that he did not wish to talk about.

No matter what though, Essek was here.

[selfburn]

"Oh, no, sugar beets. We grew a lot of sugar beets and potatoes. Some wheat for bread." His words are somewhat stilted. Even after all this time it is hard for him to think back to his childhood on the farm.

That painful night. The smell of smoke. The way his mind broke.

The memories don't send him spiraling like they used to but it still stirs in the back of his mind and makes him ache. Makes it hurt a little.

Luckily, Essek's hand on him is enough touch to keep him grounded. Remind him of the good now and not just the pain of the past.

"Though if you wish to know about growing things you should speak with Caduceus. He's much better at it." Caleb could remember because he so rarely forgot but he did not think he could grow things anymore.

[zauberdecke]

"Truth been told, I have been taking some gardening lessons from Caduceus as well; what grows best in which soils, how to distinguish plants by their seeding patterns and which plants grow best in the sun versus shade." it had been something that had been of interest with him; he'd found it a good way to reflect on his own journey as he had been quietly digging in the gardens of the Grove.

"I hope that you do not take this as presumptuous; but I think that you would not be quite so bad at gardening, you have a gentle and patient way of nurturing. Perhaps plants are not quite as complicated as people, but I've noticed that we all require proper conditions in which to flourish."

Ah, Essek realized that what came out of his mouth veered onto the side of maudlin.

"Clearly, I have been spending too much time with our Firbolg friend."

[selfburn]

Caleb simply listens to his voice for a moment. He thinks there's a slight note of happiness and for that he's glad. The path Essek is on is not an easy one to walk but clearly, he's finding the same sort of hope that his friends brought him.

"Perhaps when my adventuring is done I will live somewhere that allows me to garden." A small home with a garden does not seem impossible right now as it once did. It seems like a very nice future, actually.

And perhaps he does not have to be alone in that future.

"Or perhaps you will take it up and I can come visit you to see it."

sorry for the lag, weekend was super busy filled with family things

[zauberdecke]

"I would like that, Caleb Widogast. I do not have a plot of my own though Caduceus has offered me one at the Grove, I am still a bit wary of disturbing the dead with whatever plot I choose, I do not know the land like he does-- but I think that perhaps either or, whichever the case may be, I would enjoy some collaboration."

He remembers something that had been so long ago, during a spell created where Caleb had astutely said that he would be interested in exploring other areas of collaboration, perhaps this was what he meant?

"Perhaps we could take a plot of land and grow things in it together? I think that along with spell-work it would further our friendship and association." it was true that the sips of cider was making him feel a trifle fizzy.