[.}Woe.Is.Tea{.]
Mar 28, 2009 16:17:17 GMT -5
Post by WT on Mar 28, 2009 16:17:17 GMT -5
(OOC- As in, "woe is me." Get it? XD Sorry, really bad pun, but I couldn't resist.)
It was a gray day, and therefore a quiet one; the streets were nearly empty, the atmosphere inside the shops and restaurants quiet. Despite the inconvenience of having to braid her hair instead of throwing it into a ponytail- it frizzed horribly on days like this, unless she braided it- Cadia appreciated that; she enjoyed being able to sit at the table, quietly sipping her tea, and not ache fiercely to be out in the woods- where, honestly, she would spend all her time if she could.
But you couldn’t get good tea in the forest. You just couldn’t.
One would not, on their first evaluation, pick Cadia as one to like tea. Tea was something that calm people liked- or, if it was caffinated, tired people. Cadia was not a calm and serene sort, nor was she usually tired; when it came to sleep she had a frightening ability to run on next to nothing, using it only when she began running on fumes and awakening as soon as she had enough energy to function normally- which usually only took about four or five hours, if that.
But she did. If there was one thing humans had done right, it was tea, and so she was perfectly content to sit here, staring into space and thinking about nothing as she finished her ginger scone and sipped away at another cup of Turkish mint tea.
The television in the corner of the shop flickered on, and Cadia hissed softly in annoyance. Yet again, another repeat of the opening ceremonies was showing. She was starting to get really, really sick of this; honestly, you’d think that by the time people had the costumes, floats, faces, gestures, and attitudes of every single tribute memorized, they’d stop showing the stupid thing. But no, they were subjecting everyone to more cheering, more smiling and waving, more trumpets and sullen-looking tributes.
With an exasperated snort, Cadia stood, teapot in one hand and cup in the other, and made her way toward the door.
“Hey! I need those!”
Rolling her eyes, Cadia turned and glanced at the shop owner, who was walking toward her and glaring. It was actually a somewhat impressive glare- a notable feat, given that this was Cadia he was glaring at- so instead of flinging her knife at him, the girl pulled some coins out of her pocket and thrust them at him. “Is this enough?” she asked shortly, her voice sharp and blunt.
From the look on his face, he wasn’t, but her tone was enough to dissuade any argument. The shopkeeper took her money, and Cadia turned and slipped out the door.
It had been cloudy when she walked in, and now a light mist was falling- not enough to be called rain, but enough to chase what was left of the people inside. Cadia wouldn’t have minded- she was used to wet weather, having slept in the open during enough of it, and in any case she would rather be cold than hot any day- but the moment she left the safety of the tea shop’s awning, the droplets began falling into her tea. She retreated back under the canvas, scowling at the rain.
Well. This was a problem.
She could dart across the street to the buildings on the other side, but there was no way she could make it all the way home hunched over her cup, and with her other hand occupied by the teapot, she couldn’t just cover it. Besides, even if she did, rain would undoubtedly find its way between her fingers, and the tea would be diluted anyway. At least the pot would be alright- the top had a rubber seal, and the spout had a cap. Snap the cap on, and it was effectively airtight.
But that didn’t solve her problem.
She considered pouring the tea in her cup into the pot, but it was a no-go; she had just gotten a refill, and it was too full. Go figure.
There was only one thing to do: finish this cup, and then hurry home as quickly as possible.
Which left her standing in front of a shop in the middle of the town square, where anyone might come along and try to talk to her- or attack her. And she had no free hands with which to pull out her knife.
At least there weren’t many people...
It was a gray day, and therefore a quiet one; the streets were nearly empty, the atmosphere inside the shops and restaurants quiet. Despite the inconvenience of having to braid her hair instead of throwing it into a ponytail- it frizzed horribly on days like this, unless she braided it- Cadia appreciated that; she enjoyed being able to sit at the table, quietly sipping her tea, and not ache fiercely to be out in the woods- where, honestly, she would spend all her time if she could.
But you couldn’t get good tea in the forest. You just couldn’t.
One would not, on their first evaluation, pick Cadia as one to like tea. Tea was something that calm people liked- or, if it was caffinated, tired people. Cadia was not a calm and serene sort, nor was she usually tired; when it came to sleep she had a frightening ability to run on next to nothing, using it only when she began running on fumes and awakening as soon as she had enough energy to function normally- which usually only took about four or five hours, if that.
But she did. If there was one thing humans had done right, it was tea, and so she was perfectly content to sit here, staring into space and thinking about nothing as she finished her ginger scone and sipped away at another cup of Turkish mint tea.
The television in the corner of the shop flickered on, and Cadia hissed softly in annoyance. Yet again, another repeat of the opening ceremonies was showing. She was starting to get really, really sick of this; honestly, you’d think that by the time people had the costumes, floats, faces, gestures, and attitudes of every single tribute memorized, they’d stop showing the stupid thing. But no, they were subjecting everyone to more cheering, more smiling and waving, more trumpets and sullen-looking tributes.
With an exasperated snort, Cadia stood, teapot in one hand and cup in the other, and made her way toward the door.
“Hey! I need those!”
Rolling her eyes, Cadia turned and glanced at the shop owner, who was walking toward her and glaring. It was actually a somewhat impressive glare- a notable feat, given that this was Cadia he was glaring at- so instead of flinging her knife at him, the girl pulled some coins out of her pocket and thrust them at him. “Is this enough?” she asked shortly, her voice sharp and blunt.
From the look on his face, he wasn’t, but her tone was enough to dissuade any argument. The shopkeeper took her money, and Cadia turned and slipped out the door.
It had been cloudy when she walked in, and now a light mist was falling- not enough to be called rain, but enough to chase what was left of the people inside. Cadia wouldn’t have minded- she was used to wet weather, having slept in the open during enough of it, and in any case she would rather be cold than hot any day- but the moment she left the safety of the tea shop’s awning, the droplets began falling into her tea. She retreated back under the canvas, scowling at the rain.
Well. This was a problem.
She could dart across the street to the buildings on the other side, but there was no way she could make it all the way home hunched over her cup, and with her other hand occupied by the teapot, she couldn’t just cover it. Besides, even if she did, rain would undoubtedly find its way between her fingers, and the tea would be diluted anyway. At least the pot would be alright- the top had a rubber seal, and the spout had a cap. Snap the cap on, and it was effectively airtight.
But that didn’t solve her problem.
She considered pouring the tea in her cup into the pot, but it was a no-go; she had just gotten a refill, and it was too full. Go figure.
There was only one thing to do: finish this cup, and then hurry home as quickly as possible.
Which left her standing in front of a shop in the middle of the town square, where anyone might come along and try to talk to her- or attack her. And she had no free hands with which to pull out her knife.
At least there weren’t many people...
