[The night drags on, and the dance continues. Stephen is not man who is ever deep in his cupsβat least, no longerβthough to say he hasnβt indulged now and again with dark, generous servings of wine would be a flat-out lie at this point. Even so, the buzz is nice. It warms him in his chest, flushing out all the way to his limbs β after everything theyβve all been through, certainly he deserves to drink a little more graciously than he has since his arrival in Abraxas.
And while he is not quite a wallflower, he isnβt a social butterfly, either. He walks that line somewhere in-between, but as the hours crawl forth, he finds himself a little more sociable where he might have been reserved before. Approaching familiar faces; even striking up conversation that has nothing to do with the state of the world, or magic, or the university here in Hayle.
When he spots Thancred at a distance, of course he crosses over to him, half-empty wine glass in hand.]
There you are. Thought you had skipped out for a moment.
[Heβs wearing something akin to this, by the way, just in darker hues of navy. Peak sorcerer vibes tonight.]
for thancred.
And while he is not quite a wallflower, he isnβt a social butterfly, either. He walks that line somewhere in-between, but as the hours crawl forth, he finds himself a little more sociable where he might have been reserved before. Approaching familiar faces; even striking up conversation that has nothing to do with the state of the world, or magic, or the university here in Hayle.
When he spots Thancred at a distance, of course he crosses over to him, half-empty wine glass in hand.]
There you are. Thought you had skipped out for a moment.
[Heβs wearing something akin to this, by the way, just in darker hues of navy. Peak sorcerer vibes tonight.]