The wilderness inspires all sorts of things in us.
[ She murmurs the answer almost like an afterthought, although there comes a moment when her gaze briefly lifts to hold onto the other pair while she reaches for the bottle; she's more than familiar with the adage that one should always let a good red breathe first, but patience has never been her strong suit.
She pours two, stopping at the halfway mark and then sets the bottle back down on the tray, carrying a glass in each hand before holding one out in offering and slowly sinking into a seat on the nearest sofa. ]
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[ She murmurs the answer almost like an afterthought, although there comes a moment when her gaze briefly lifts to hold onto the other pair while she reaches for the bottle; she's more than familiar with the adage that one should always let a good red breathe first, but patience has never been her strong suit.
She pours two, stopping at the halfway mark and then sets the bottle back down on the tray, carrying a glass in each hand before holding one out in offering and slowly sinking into a seat on the nearest sofa. ]
Permission, perhaps, to be bold.