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Uskglass said
I recently got back from a two week music tour of China, where I got to attend a tea ceremony in Xi'an. I personally can't stand the taste of tea so I mainly suffered through it while watching my friends have a teagasm, but there was this one fruit tea they served that was amazing. I guess in addition to the usual tea leaves you use dried fruit, or something? I don't know anything about it, but it was so good.
there are hundreds of different types of teas.
you have white teas, green teas, black teas, rooibos/red teas, & fruit/herbal teas.
as long as you steep a natural ingredient with water to flavor it, it is technically considered a tea.
i'm glad to hear that.~
you've abandoned me?!
;O;
don't try to change the subject!
;O;
don't try to change the subject!
As always, Aranhil soothed Sylvia with just a few words, his gentleness & calm reassurance surprising her. When she was told that she would be marrying a dragon almost a year ago & groomed to suit his race, she was made to believe that he would be a cruel man who would take what he wanted from her & force her to be obedient to him. Each time Aranhil spoke to her, he erased her worries, & made her feel terrible for ever assuming he would wish harm on her.
But of course, Sylvia's gentle husband still misunderstood her intentions a little. He thought this was about her desire to please her parents still, but it was far from the truth. Honestly, Sylvia cared much less about her parents' wishes for her than she cared to admit, even to herself. Aranhil had already won her over to the point that she preferred his way of doing things. He didn't try to coheres her, or try to make her feel as though she owed him anything.
Leaving that conversation for after the picnic, Sylvia gave Aranhil her smile again & followed him to the kitchens. She felt much calmer, & thankfully, all of her tears had dried, so maybe the cooks wouldn't be gossiping about her & Aranhil again. Sylvia requested some braised meat & sandwiches for her & Aranhil, the women giving them a small pie as well.
But of course, Sylvia's gentle husband still misunderstood her intentions a little. He thought this was about her desire to please her parents still, but it was far from the truth. Honestly, Sylvia cared much less about her parents' wishes for her than she cared to admit, even to herself. Aranhil had already won her over to the point that she preferred his way of doing things. He didn't try to coheres her, or try to make her feel as though she owed him anything.
Leaving that conversation for after the picnic, Sylvia gave Aranhil her smile again & followed him to the kitchens. She felt much calmer, & thankfully, all of her tears had dried, so maybe the cooks wouldn't be gossiping about her & Aranhil again. Sylvia requested some braised meat & sandwiches for her & Aranhil, the women giving them a small pie as well.
Sylvia felt desolated as Aranhil completely blamed himself for her words, her eyes wide & with tears as he vowed to be a better husband to her. A better husband? How could he possibly be better than the best husband she could have ever asked for?
Now thoroughly disappointed in herself, Sylvia buried her face into her hands as her tears fell. She'd been so selfish, & didn't think of how it would affect her husband. It had never occurred to her that he would blame himself. & poor Aranhil, he was probably even more confused than before, seeing her in such a state after he'd let her have her way.
"I am so sorry," Sylvia apologized, dabbing her eyes & forcing herself to look at her husband, "Aranhil, you have done nothing wrong. You've been so attentive & gentle, but I... I'm so insecure & impatient, I've been trying to rush our intimacy. I'd even convinced myself that you couldn't be attracted to me. I assumed the worst, all because I knew you'd already be sharing a bed with your bride if she were a dragon. Can you forgive me for making you feel so terrible?"
Now thoroughly disappointed in herself, Sylvia buried her face into her hands as her tears fell. She'd been so selfish, & didn't think of how it would affect her husband. It had never occurred to her that he would blame himself. & poor Aranhil, he was probably even more confused than before, seeing her in such a state after he'd let her have her way.
"I am so sorry," Sylvia apologized, dabbing her eyes & forcing herself to look at her husband, "Aranhil, you have done nothing wrong. You've been so attentive & gentle, but I... I'm so insecure & impatient, I've been trying to rush our intimacy. I'd even convinced myself that you couldn't be attracted to me. I assumed the worst, all because I knew you'd already be sharing a bed with your bride if she were a dragon. Can you forgive me for making you feel so terrible?"
ah, it's okay.
you've never abandoned me before, so i figured something was up.
lol
you've never abandoned me before, so i figured something was up.
lol
'Good Lord, you are insistent,' Ellanor told herself, only giving her wine a small sip, trying to remember etiquette. She could down things much stronger than this wine, but proper ladies didn't indulge themselves in spirits like that, apparently. It was such a shame, because she could really go for a drink right now.
As she took another drink of her wine, Ellanor wondered how she would slip away from the prince long enough to check the study upstairs. If she didn't work quickly, coming to the palace tonight would be a complete waste. When the prince asked her name again, she felt herself growing more nervous, wondering if she would end up giving away too much information.
"I am Cinderella," Ellanor finally replied, holding in the twitch of frustration she felt each time she heard that name, even from her own lips. That lovely name had been bestowed onto her by her stepsisters as a child, a "pet name" they called it. She personally thought of it as her slave name, for that was how they treated her. Their step-mother, the sweet woman she was, spoiled the girls until they were rotten to the core, and never saw how cruel they were herself. She herself was convinced that they were complete angels, and that Cinderella wanted attention by claiming Anastasia and Drucilla bullied her.
Before she brought herself into an angry fit, Ellanor calmed herself and unconsciously took a much bigger drink from her wine. As she did, she got a very good idea of how to escape from the prince and suddenly dropped her glass on the ground, the glass shattering as she swooned into the prince a little.
"I am sorry," she apologized, backing away from him as though touching him burned, "I d-drunk too much just now. Excuse me, I must go sober myself in the ladies room."
Before her diligent host could stop her, Ellanor rushed away, quickly making her way to the restrooms. Thankfully, it was in the direction of the stairs, and after rounding the corner, Ellanor made her way upstairs, pretending her shoes were glass and sneaking past the few guards at their posts. It was a cinch to get into the study, where she kept an ear out for sounds. Against her hopes, she did hear something after a few moments and rushed over to a hiding place, behind a large book case well-hidden in the shadows of the room.
The voices grew closer and Ellanor felt dread in her gut when she realized it was the king and another man, but the man wasn't speaking yet, so she couldn't identify who it was. Damn it, if the king himself found her, she was bound to be put to death!
As she took another drink of her wine, Ellanor wondered how she would slip away from the prince long enough to check the study upstairs. If she didn't work quickly, coming to the palace tonight would be a complete waste. When the prince asked her name again, she felt herself growing more nervous, wondering if she would end up giving away too much information.
"I am Cinderella," Ellanor finally replied, holding in the twitch of frustration she felt each time she heard that name, even from her own lips. That lovely name had been bestowed onto her by her stepsisters as a child, a "pet name" they called it. She personally thought of it as her slave name, for that was how they treated her. Their step-mother, the sweet woman she was, spoiled the girls until they were rotten to the core, and never saw how cruel they were herself. She herself was convinced that they were complete angels, and that Cinderella wanted attention by claiming Anastasia and Drucilla bullied her.
Before she brought herself into an angry fit, Ellanor calmed herself and unconsciously took a much bigger drink from her wine. As she did, she got a very good idea of how to escape from the prince and suddenly dropped her glass on the ground, the glass shattering as she swooned into the prince a little.
"I am sorry," she apologized, backing away from him as though touching him burned, "I d-drunk too much just now. Excuse me, I must go sober myself in the ladies room."
Before her diligent host could stop her, Ellanor rushed away, quickly making her way to the restrooms. Thankfully, it was in the direction of the stairs, and after rounding the corner, Ellanor made her way upstairs, pretending her shoes were glass and sneaking past the few guards at their posts. It was a cinch to get into the study, where she kept an ear out for sounds. Against her hopes, she did hear something after a few moments and rushed over to a hiding place, behind a large book case well-hidden in the shadows of the room.
The voices grew closer and Ellanor felt dread in her gut when she realized it was the king and another man, but the man wasn't speaking yet, so she couldn't identify who it was. Damn it, if the king himself found her, she was bound to be put to death!
how you liking things too far?
let me know if you plan anything along the way.
i don't want you to get pumped up for a special scene & then i rip it away from you.
xD
let me know if you plan anything along the way.
i don't want you to get pumped up for a special scene & then i rip it away from you.
xD
Rose awoke much later than she anticipated, looking out of her window to see it was pitch dark outside. After lighting one of the room candles, a look at her father's fob watch revealed that it was near 10pm. Oh well, bar searching it was. As long as all the men in the town didn't get too sotted, they should have good information for her.
Her mind made up, Rose climbed out of her bed & changed into a nicer dress, washing the dust from that day off of her. Once she was certain she looked more like pleasant company, she hid her dagger on her thigh, & a smaller one in the folds of her gown. She probably wouldn't need weapons, but one could never be too sure when they were going to be dealing with drunken men.
Adjusting her hair while looking into a small mirror, Rose made her way out, quietly, walking down the hall & then out of the inn.
Her mind made up, Rose climbed out of her bed & changed into a nicer dress, washing the dust from that day off of her. Once she was certain she looked more like pleasant company, she hid her dagger on her thigh, & a smaller one in the folds of her gown. She probably wouldn't need weapons, but one could never be too sure when they were going to be dealing with drunken men.
Adjusting her hair while looking into a small mirror, Rose made her way out, quietly, walking down the hall & then out of the inn.
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