the mountains are calling

Drinking in celebration was fair, she supposed she could loosen up a little. There was nothing about the man that had her concerned about needing to watch herself. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but this place already felt like somewhere she could get used to being. It wouldn't hurt to let her guard down, right? She appreciatively took a sip of the sweet tea before moving back to the mead, gesturing with her cup, “To new friends.” She nodded with some certainty, she couldn't see saying so would have any downside. “But we should test our packs against each other soon, unless you think you can talk me out of it?” She teased with a giggle, the warmth of the alcohol numbing her nose and cheeks, leaving her unable to wipe the smile off her face.

“Speech.”