mrrp: "Himaya and the tree's mint tea"

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Cast: Himaya (Sky) & Seed (Deme)

Support Points Earned: 1


[–]LadyDemeGM (K) | Oisin, Changeling | Seed, Priest 1 point  
The Florkana at first found himself drifting somewhat aimlessly through the meetinghouse, smiling and giving a few greetings to whoever met his eye; names were exchanged. Aimless because nothing had quite caught his attention, besides a happy little greeting for Suleiman and Mars, who he'd met before; it was hard for him to decide how to spend his time here... And it gradually lured a knot and furrow into the space between his brows, from concern. And so, for a small time he vanished to a corner of the meeting-hall with a fire and a kettle, as well as a number of small cups: he'd brought an aromatic, inoffensive mint tea, and began busying himself straining and pouring it. Now people would come to him for a cup of tea, and he could greet them one at a time.
The cups were a mix-and-match hodgepodge, assembled from the meeting hall's supplies mostly... Except two particular cups. They were sturdy-looking mugs, but with a rather pretty blue-green sheen, with purple and white flowers raised up the sides. Seed bowed his tall figure over one of the tables, pouring one into this with a faint smile on his face, as the nose-tickling smell of mint rose into the air around him.
[–]LadyDemeGM (K) | Oisin, Changeling | Seed, Priest 1 point  
Seed turned towards the young man and, for a moment, every part of what he was saying was so odd that it felt like the ground hung somewhere above their heads, and the whole building had come upside-down. This was not the first person who'd never seen and couldn't guess a Florkana. This was the first person who thought a meet and greet was a meat and greet.
Nontheless, Seed smiled, and tried to shake the feeling of dreamlikeness settling over him. He took the offered hand, allowing flesh to meet delicate, papery bark; in contrast to its inhuman texture, a warmth seeped along Seed's fingers. Their hands bobbed once or twice, at least by Seed's own effort, before parting.
"My name is Seed Viridius -- though I think Seed has always suited me best, rather than relying on something long and ostentatious. However, you're mistaken. I'm not a Laguz of any sort. I'm a Florkana, an entirely different species from Beorc or Laguz, resembling plants as much as they do other races. Florkana are from the Arbor Aurelius, so you might end up seeing a lot more."
Seed poured a cup of tea into one of the paired mugs as he wandered through a mostly rote introduction to his own nature, watching the stream with a quiet, self-contained set to his face, his eyes reflecting the play of light as the color of tea gradiated, starting light and becoming a deep brown color. There were a lot of ways in which he was not typical, or the best example. All the same, he passed Himaya the mug of tea.
"We're as varied as there are plants in this world, taking form from all, from the sturdiest succulent to the most ephemeral blossom... The drink is a mint tea, while I'm at it. Which means all, Florkana, Tea, and Seed, introduced." Seed smiled at his own little (he'd be the first to admit, very little) joke.
"I don't eat meat, so I'll settle for a meeting instead."
[–]LadyDemeGM (K) | Oisin, Changeling | Seed, Priest 1 point  
"Other than the Laguz part, that's basically correct...Are you familiar with the idea of species?" Seed's smile was undaunted by the weight of the furrow forming between his brows. But it was definitely there. He wasn't entirely sure why a direct statement hadn't communicated.
Still, seeing someone enjoy his efforts relaxed him, and he took a cup of the tea himself -- the other mug, from his own set. It had been a pretty thing, and so bringing it here was something of a risky indulgence, but he thought it would be some peace of mind to see it. He shook his head, smiling.
"Oh, not at all. While something like that is possible, in... A number of ways... What we have here is a result of simple gardening. Though I suppose," He tilted his head back and his expression grew thoughtful, his eyes narrowing to a dreamy line of green, "That something like that can be called magic, if looked at with the right eyes -- as most things can, I find. But I grew the mint for this tea, and made its blend, myself. Both things are idle past-times, letting me watch the weeks and seasons roll by with special inflection."
They were also things that allowed him to pad out his trade between books and commissions, between performances and orders.
"I'm glad you like it, though."
[–]LadyDemeGM (K) | Oisin, Changeling | Seed, Priest 1 point  
"I see... That's... A heavy burden for a young man." To be pieced together out of fractions, a little of this and a little of that -- assembled, not as a whole, but steps in a recipe, the world a series of windows with faint reflections, or broken mirrors -- here an eye, here a branch. This young man... Was probably a Branded, then: or else an orphan. 'Parentless.' Seed's heart grew heavy for a moment, and it was clear on his face: not pity, but haunted and lonely, as if he was looking at his reflection in the deep blue sea. "I can understand that feeling."
"But I mean of species besides Laguz. You shouldn't call a bat a type of bird, even if they both fly. And even though a bird Laguz can fly, you wouldn't want to say that they're a bird that's not a Laguz. It's like that with Laguz and Florkana, too, and with Laguz and some of the other people in this room. We're all people, the way a Laguz or a Beorc is a person -- but we're not Laguz, and we're not Beorc. The world is vast, so it might be something you understand better with time."
The flattery teased a smile across his face in spite of himself -- perhaps a little more false than before he'd begun thinking about these questions, and trying to explain it simply. He poured Himaya another cup of tea.
"Hm -- I am a magician, but this tea is only a magic of the heart... Something of that nature, anyway. But if you want some more as we travel, it's no trouble to ask."
[–]LadyDemeGM (K) | Oisin, Changeling | Seed, Priest 1 point  
At that moment, Seed decided he was going to protect this kid. Maybe it was something about the little details in his description, the 'for some reasons,' the reassurance a few times over that he was accepted, the way it placed something onto his shoulders. Another little partial mirror, and a certain instinct, indistinct as a wisp of smoke, that perhaps someone had even felt this way about him, once -- but perhaps less selfishly, too. Either way, he'd try to ease the boy's way.
"It's wonderful that you had them... But I hope you get something out of all of this yourself. Even if it's just my tea," Seed said, taking the tray of cups he'd arranged for others and following after Himaya, a warm smile on his face.
[–]LadyDemeGM (K) | Oisin, Changeling | Seed, Priest 1 point  
== RP End ==


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