The familiar pours the wine and glides away. Quiet chink of crystal against polished marble as the green chalices are raised. Gazes locked over their edges. A moment of confirmation before the taste floods the tongue, permeating palate and nose. Gentle glow coursing through the veins, merging with the one already there.

Enjoying the moment, ever the same, ever not. Anticipation at what unknown awaits being made known. Constant change is what's always there. One of Her many reasons to love.

Today She begins. Telling of the Apprentice, of their brief time together just then. All his tales. Such a charming young man, good choice. Asking how the Master came to take him on.

He appears to search his memory. Or the right words. Explains how the Apprentice came looking for him. Never considered taking anyone on, sent him away at first. Yet something about the young man lingered with him. Sent the Avante to fetch him at last. Took him on trial. A trial he has passed for five years now.

She smiles. The Apprentice told the same tale. Couldn't say, though, what made the Master change his mind. Asking him that question now.

The Master strokes his cropped beard. Asking himself that very question. Slowly shrugging. He has turned out useful, handy. A toast to him!

The Master's gaze meets Hers, then dives into the glass. Just a little sooner than usual. Making Her wonder. But She lets Her talk run elsewhere for now.