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Kalendra drinks, and listens, and watches - Dasho, and the others in the inn. If she were the wagering sort, she might make a bet with one of the others about if Hamarr is likely to wind up as an unofficial addition to the wedding party-- but Kallie tends to keep her coin close, and often her thoughts as well.

Dasho's suggestion, however, earns a laugh from her and a bit of blurted honesty: "Adventurers? Oh no no. Well. I can't speak for my sister and brothers," she admits wryly, glancing around at the others. "...some of them would probably be only too keen, actually. But I like peace and quiet. Stability. I can't see myself donning armor like the lot of you and swinging a sword, or a hammer, or what not. At best, I could tag along in the back to patch you up when you inevitably break or twist something," she says with fondness.

Kalendra chuckles at Halvar's words about his difficulties in brewing. "I don't know if I'd have had much advice to offer, Hal. Every soil and place is different- sometimes even walking a dozen paces can change the ground entirely. I've yet to go further into the Grove than the outskirts, really. What did you see in your time there? Would you take me in, sometime? The two of us ought be safe enough."

Hamarr's thanks for the wine earn a soft smile from Kalendra and she briefly bumps shoulders with her little brother. "You and your silver tongue. You're welcome, though I'm sure we'll find stronger drink at the Imp."

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Despite her words of stronger drink, Kallie sticks to ordering wine at the tavern-- she's always interested in seeing what other vintages are available, most of them imports, and trying out one that she hasn't before to study the taste of it on her tongue.

She nurses her glass and watches the others, feeling warm inside from the solidarity of their large family. Of course they fight at times, bicker, see the world differently... but they are still, together, The Family.

Probably the last post I'll squeeze in before board outage

Kalendra hides an internal sigh as an old argument threatens to brew over once again. When Halvar changes the subject to her wine, she shoots him a grateful look that is just as much for the change as it is for the compliment he pays her.

"I'm very happy to be able to share it with you all," she says with a little smile. "And with the greater population of Crim, for the first time. Perhaps next year I'll even have enough to export."

She listens to the book recommendations with an absent ear, not being as much of a reader as some of her siblings, but joins in the toasting with a warm smile. She stands after the men have, and raises her own glass. "To family- our parents who have nurtured and nourished us-- and the sun and rain and fertile earth that have done the same."

Kalendra smiles at the others, basking in the glow of accomplishment and fellow-pride in her siblings as well as herself. She's not the first to take the lead in talking, so for now, the middle sibling of the family, the first of the children to have no elf heritage, is content to simply listen,and sip from her glass-- the wine being one she herself has produced and bottled, which is at least partly the source of her new pips-- and tucks a strand of her wavy, dark hair back behind her ear. Her hands are sturdy, square-palmed hands-- the nails worn short, the calluses evident. She's scrubbed all trace of the day's soil from the vineyard from her hands, her training as a healer having ingrained a deep sense of hygiene in her.

Her eyes roam the faces of her brothers and sisters, her smile still tugging up the corners of her burgeoning crowsfeet. What a year it's been; what a year it may be to come.

The potato-and-onion pastry is a favorite, and Kallie-- to the family, at least-- helps herself to another from the dish, before offering the platter to whichever sibling sits to either side of her.