Private Paid In Wine

[Azurine Varek]

Paid In Wine

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman | Purple Bracelet
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 [x] | Lightsaber 2 [x]

"I owe you one after this," she muttered, her voice low but edged with dry humor.

"I prefer red wine over white."

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The protection of Jedah from a reawakened Ice Witch felt like such a long time ago. If Azzie was being honest, it wasn't necessarily only a feeling, given it must have been a year ago by now. Even if her blurred perception made it feel like more of an eternity than what it actually was. Having lost many moments to the swift slipping sands of time that she hadn't had the pleasure of seeing had taken its toll like the trick of a thief.

If she was anything, however, she'd consider herself true to her debts. And this was one she hadn't followed through with yet. Only one problem: Azzie was not exactly a sweet wine connoisseur. Had she been after a dry, white wine of some sort, maybe the task would have been easier.

So, there she was, waiting outside Councilor Corazona and Knight Makko's place, a bottle of the most expensive red wine she could get her hands on wrapped neatly in golden shimmering foil in her hand and hoping that she wasn't so unannounced that she'd shown up when no one was home. Luckily for her, at least, it didn't seem to take horribly long for the door to open.

"I was told this one is a little bit on the dry side for a red, but I wasn't exactly sure what your preferences in wine were other than the color."

Corazona von Ascania​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

"Azzie?"

The door slid open, revealing a mildly - but pleasantly - surprised Cora. Her eyes traveled down to the bottle of wine in the Padawan's hands, momentarily confused.

Dry side…preferences…huh…?

She blinked. Then, she blinked again. The creases beneath her eyes seemed a little more prominent than the last time they had met.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Oh goodness, I'd forgotten all about that. You're very sweet to have come all the way here. Please," Cora stepped to the side and motioned for Azurine to enter her home.

The apartment she kept with Makko was small, but nearly decorated and tidy. A few boxes were open in the living room.

"Please don't mind the mess, we're doing a bit of packing. We'll be on Ukatis for quite a while."

They'd spent a few weeks putting out fires, and had come to the decision to move there for the time being. As Cora led Azzie to the kitchen, she took the bottle and carefully unwrapped the gold foil.

"Grevale D'Or?" she arched a brow with an approving hum. "You've got good taste."

Azurine Varek