First taste of ale

[taliesin]

It hadn’t taken long for Taliesin to take Wilma back to her stables; despite she had a small tantrum when he tried to leave without any oats left behind. The tavern wasn’t as of yet busy, due to it still only being afternoon. The place was quite eerie without the usual drunks and after a quick glance around the room he realized that Conwenna wasn’t anywhere to be seen as wondering if she had gotten lost… he properly should have done the gentleman thing and that was to show her where the tavern was first but that thought hadn’t entered his mind at the time. Thinking that he should have his first taste of ale be himself so he didn’t embarrass himself he got up the prices weren’t to bad but h had to keep in mind not to spend to much since he had just saved up enough to start militia training so tasting wine was way out.
“One of your strongest ale kind sir,” he said trying to sound large and manly. But realizing what that meant quickly added in a whisper. “Ane you’re cheapest.”
The ale was amber colour with soft white froth. As it touched his lips it was like a shock to his system, the bitterness and aftertaste made him choke for a moment… it wasn’t at all like he expected it he thought it would be this great endeavour but despite the fact he didn’t actually like the taste he continued drinking it and knew that if anyone asked if he liked it he would reply that he loved it.

[Conwenna Anwyl]

Conwenna entered the tavern only a few minutes after Taliesin did. During the time that it had taken him to leave Wilma at the stables, Conwenna had gone to the small house where her Uncle Corwin lived and dropped off her few belongings. She had also changed out of the dirty clothes she had worn over the course of her journey and into a few of her nicer things. When she entered the tavern, she was wearing a simple brown dress and had drawn a black shawl over her blonde hair.

Gray eyes searched the tavern, an intimidating place for the sheltered, small-town girl, and quickly fell upon Taliesin where he sat at the bar. It appeared that he already had a mug of ale in front of him and he seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Conwenna swallowed hard and made her way toward him, her stomach beginning to turn with nerves at the thought of consuming alcohol for the first time.

'You live in the city now,' she reminded herself. 'These are the things you must learn if you want to fit in.'

Conwenna dreamed of becoming a powerful Witch, but she wished for nothing more than the comfortable veil of anonymity under which to learn and practice. There would come a time for power and fame, but it certainly wasn't in her immediate future.

"Hello," she said upon reaching Taliesin. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting."

[taliesin]

Taliesin looked up and grinned, some froth still in his upper lip.
“No problem, I was just having a drink before you got here” he smiled as all a sudden became shy, “mind you this drink was to make sure I didn’t make to much of a fool of myself” he winked as going back to his ale for a spilt second he scrunched his nose up but then forcible smiled.
“So what would you like, Meade, ale or wine? Its on me, I have just collected enough to start my training in the militia so it on me, plus your new so heres a taste of city hospitality, I’ll grab it as soon as I’m finished this one though” it was weird being in the tavern and Taliesin continued to look over his shoulder in case anyone he knew came in… it wasn’t that he was to young, he knew others that were three years younger permitted to drink they’re fill.
“So any ideas about what kind of work you wish to do?”

[Conwenna Anwyl]

Conwenna tilted her head to the side a bit, curious as to what he had meant by his reference to making a fool of himself. After a moment's reflection, she decided it was better not to ask, and instead she lifted herself up onto the stool next to him and rested her elbows awkwardly on the bar.

Conwenna suddenly felt very small and out of place.

"Uhm," she stuttered, in an attempt to answer his question, "I ... I guess ... I don't really know. I have never had any sort of alcohol before. What is your favorite?" She still hadn't caught on to the fact that the excursion was Taliesin's first, as well.

[taliesin]

Taliesin blinked blankly for a moment.
“I think… um… well… you’re a lady stereotypically you like wine more, so I’ll get you some wine” He mumbled as getting up to go to the barman. The wine had and dark look to it, he decided to try this one himself, handing one to Conwenna.
“To our dreams and their fateful completion” as he tool a mouthful which it tasted a little off almost like vinegar ((occ: I got told that’s what off wine tastes like but don’t know for show, correct me if I’m wrong))
“So small talk time, where did you come from?”

[Conwenna Anwyl]

OOC: Yep, when wine's gone bad, it pretty much turns to vinegar. Never a fun thing. It's funny ... wine is my favorite drink, but I don't think Conwenna's going to like it too much ... ^_^

BIC: "Thank you," Conwenna said softly as she took the glass of dark red wine that Taliesin handed her. The look of it revulsed her somewhat; she had never been able to take a sip of it at her Church, frightened that it might actually turn to blood in her mouth. Upon Taliesin's mention of wine, she had hoped that it would be of the lighter variety, but to no avail.

She stared into the glass for a moment, steeling herself, and then took a small sip. Her face reacted as though it had a mind of its own: her gray eyes squinted shut and her lips pursed, a drop of the red liquid still shimmering on the bottom one.

"Oh ... oh my," she managed, "this is ... quite an interesting beverage." When she managed to get her eyes open again and met Taliesin's with her own, Conwenna felt her face flushing once again. "Please forgive me," she uttered softly. "Perhaps I will grow accustomed to the taste."

With that, she took another sip, but she was prepared for the bitter taste and swallowed it with minimal flinching.

"Well," she began in answering the question the boy had asked, "I grew up in a small town in the Irish countryside. It was called Narrorun. But, when I came of age, I decided that I wanted to come here. My parents, though, didn't want me to go. So, several weeks ago, I set out in the middle of the night, and here I am." She watched Taliesin's face closely, wondering how the unpredictable boy would respond to her tale.

[taliesin]

“Good on ya, parents always seem to have their own ideas about what you should do that never corresponded with your own. If heard that Ireland is a lively sort of place and I heard a story about lepricorns that have a pot of gold…. Is it easy to catch one? I’ve been here all my life only now is I old enough to join the militia once I have been trained though I’m going to travel the world” said Taliesin his leg doing an energized jigging up and down. He looked around the room there were more people now piling in after a hard days work he noticed a couple of his so called mates as in they invited him for a laugh at his expense mind you, but then other times would invite him.
“See those are the sort of people you don’t want to meet in this town cause their just vultures” he growled as glaring over at them, he hadn’t forgiven them for what they had done to a stray dog in the street. They were cruel and vengeful never caring about anyone else but themselves.