Sasha has found a collection of small glasses and is filling them with a clear liquor. The aroma is clean, with an edge of minerals and salt. She makes a game of filling each glass to the exact same level as the last. She fills a couple of champagne flutes with sparkling water, too--Seyli's current attitude doesn't look a fuck of a lot like being on duty, but Prophet only knows, maybe they're cross-training as a fox.
She sketches a grid command with her left hand as Shess approaches; the grid obligingly supplies their name. "Kandoir Shess. We're going to toast, in a minute. There is a glass here for you and one for Caro Deyna--unless you would like to take this tray around? The flutes hold water."
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at the drinks table with Shess and Deyna
Date: 2020-01-12 03:17 pm (UTC)She sketches a grid command with her left hand as Shess approaches; the grid obligingly supplies their name. "Kandoir Shess. We're going to toast, in a minute. There is a glass here for you and one for Caro Deyna--unless you would like to take this tray around? The flutes hold water."