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How are you feeling?
If you'd like some, I made tea.
If you'd like some, I made tea.
Sabriel-san. ( he isn't one for hellos, so that passes as the greeting he doesn't say. ) I'm well.
( he's... not. but he is practiced enough at hiding the symptoms of his illness that the lie comes easily. )
I would be pleased to join you for tea.
( he's... not. but he is practiced enough at hiding the symptoms of his illness that the lie comes easily. )
I would be pleased to join you for tea.
Good. The mission... well, it was a better resolution than the previous ones, but I hope that warding wasn't too draining. [It had been necessary to keep those without magic of their own from being drained by the orb, but that didn't mean such magic wasn't exhausting.]
Meet me in the mess hall whenever you like. I purchased a very useful tea set in the mission before the last one- would you like black or green tea?
Meet me in the mess hall whenever you like. I purchased a very useful tea set in the mission before the last one- would you like black or green tea?
Well, I'll see what's in storage. There should be some sort of green, and you can always ask Viveca to bring in what you like for the next delivery.
[Unfortunately, Sabriel can't find any sencha, but she does find a batch of green tea, and gets to work.]
[Unfortunately, Sabriel can't find any sencha, but she does find a batch of green tea, and gets to work.]
๏ผ the idea of asking viveca to bring him anything that is a want rather than a need is a particular sort of mortification he'd sooner not face, thank you, so that thoughtful suggestion is discarded outright. maybe in another life.
instead of replying, he simply goes to the mess hall to await her, selecting a table near the wall, quiet and out of the way. they aren't likely to be underfoot should any of the other residents of the ximilia choose to pursue leisure time here as well. he's without his forehead protector, and his hair is pulled into a messy bun — this may possibly be what passes for ninja casual where he's concerned, though the all-black attire remains. the burns are mostly healed on his right arm, the skin shiny and red with the newness of the skin, and he's thumbing through a book taken from the community stockpile, one of only three he found to be in japanese.
he senses more than sees her — having grown accustomed to the particular signature of her energy — and looks up. he nods, and indicates she should join him with a gesture of one hand. ๏ผ
instead of replying, he simply goes to the mess hall to await her, selecting a table near the wall, quiet and out of the way. they aren't likely to be underfoot should any of the other residents of the ximilia choose to pursue leisure time here as well. he's without his forehead protector, and his hair is pulled into a messy bun — this may possibly be what passes for ninja casual where he's concerned, though the all-black attire remains. the burns are mostly healed on his right arm, the skin shiny and red with the newness of the skin, and he's thumbing through a book taken from the community stockpile, one of only three he found to be in japanese.
he senses more than sees her — having grown accustomed to the particular signature of her energy — and looks up. he nods, and indicates she should join him with a gesture of one hand. ๏ผ
[Sabriel arrives carefully balancing a tray with a teapot full of hot water, two teacups and saucers, and some digestive biscuits taken from the pantry, along with the tea. She's dressed in the dark, fairly utilitarian clothes she's adopted for day-to day life on the station.]
Itachi. Thank you for coming.
[There's real warmth in Sabriel's voice as she spoons dry leaves into the teapot's steeping basket, watching- or rather, feeling- as whatever odd enchantments the teapot's maker placed in it start to come alive, ensuring that the tea is brewed perfectly.
An unusual application of magic, but far more practical than some spells Sabriel's heard of, she things as she sits opposite Itachi.]
Itachi. Thank you for coming.
[There's real warmth in Sabriel's voice as she spoons dry leaves into the teapot's steeping basket, watching- or rather, feeling- as whatever odd enchantments the teapot's maker placed in it start to come alive, ensuring that the tea is brewed perfectly.
An unusual application of magic, but far more practical than some spells Sabriel's heard of, she things as she sits opposite Itachi.]
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๏ผ itachi's weakness is absolutely sweet things, those biscuits get a considering look as she sets the tray down. ๏ผ
Of course. I appreciate the invitation.
๏ผ as much as he's content to waste away in his solitary room, he recognizes that when fostering alliances one must make these concessions. he does not... dislike sabriel's company, exactly.
the teapot gets an odd look. he can feel the heat, in that particular way that any with an affinity for fire tend to, but there is no visible source of it. he has acclimated to technology with the need of one pressganged — necessity driving the majority of his careful progress — but this does not seem to be any form of it he's encountered thus far. which means... ๏ผ
Magic?
๏ผ he tilts his head, leaning his cheek against his forearm as he studies it. his elbow is propped on the table, hand in loose repose at the nape of his neck. he looks tired and wan — but his eyes, at least, are sharp and cinnabar red. ๏ผ
Of course. I appreciate the invitation.
๏ผ as much as he's content to waste away in his solitary room, he recognizes that when fostering alliances one must make these concessions. he does not... dislike sabriel's company, exactly.
the teapot gets an odd look. he can feel the heat, in that particular way that any with an affinity for fire tend to, but there is no visible source of it. he has acclimated to technology with the need of one pressganged — necessity driving the majority of his careful progress — but this does not seem to be any form of it he's encountered thus far. which means... ๏ผ
Magic?
๏ผ he tilts his head, leaning his cheek against his forearm as he studies it. his elbow is propped on the table, hand in loose repose at the nape of his neck. he looks tired and wan — but his eyes, at least, are sharp and cinnabar red. ๏ผ
And I appreciate your company.
[Sabriel's own posture is straight without being stiff, a habit drilled into her by etiquette teachers that she's yet to discard from her schoolgirl days.]
Yes- a purchase of mine in Braccia- the mission before Kilnan. The teapot is enchanted to brew a perfect cup of tea each time, and the cups are self-stirring, in case of preparations that involve milk and sugar.
[A skillfull application of magic- and applied to a minor, but entirely practical end. Had people made things like this in the Old Kingdom, before Kerrigor's rise?
Itachi was, Sabriel realizes, not entirely honest about how draining the warding was, with how he looks. Admittedly, it's also slightly hypocritical for her to criticize such a thing, given her actions on previous missions... but still, it's concerning.
Once the tea is ready, she pours for both of them, serving Itachi first, and placing the biscuits in easy reach if he wants some.]
We won't have another mission for at least two weeks- possibly more, if Viveca ends up giving us a break. Time to train- but also to recuperate.
[Sabriel's own posture is straight without being stiff, a habit drilled into her by etiquette teachers that she's yet to discard from her schoolgirl days.]
Yes- a purchase of mine in Braccia- the mission before Kilnan. The teapot is enchanted to brew a perfect cup of tea each time, and the cups are self-stirring, in case of preparations that involve milk and sugar.
[A skillfull application of magic- and applied to a minor, but entirely practical end. Had people made things like this in the Old Kingdom, before Kerrigor's rise?
Itachi was, Sabriel realizes, not entirely honest about how draining the warding was, with how he looks. Admittedly, it's also slightly hypocritical for her to criticize such a thing, given her actions on previous missions... but still, it's concerning.
Once the tea is ready, she pours for both of them, serving Itachi first, and placing the biscuits in easy reach if he wants some.]
We won't have another mission for at least two weeks- possibly more, if Viveca ends up giving us a break. Time to train- but also to recuperate.
๏ผ aren't they just so politeTM. ๏ผ
I would prefer to stir my own, if possible. Can one override the enchantment?
๏ผ habit. even accepting tea someone else has brewed is... difficult for him here. it was easier when his reputation preceded him, when he was experienced enough with most poisons to discern their presence, and had undergone vigorous training to resist them. here, he has no such guarantee his skills will be as sharp, nor the poisons as obvious.
she has the advantage of him. despite the fact he does not expect her to try poisoning him — it would be foolish of her, for one — that old suspicion is difficult to allay, and is buried so deeply in his bones that it is second nature to fall victim to it.
one fine-boned hard reaches for the cup, curls around it and tugs it close despite his concerns. there are worse and more violent ends than poison is what he tells himself to quiet the suspicion. ๏ผ
I imagine many will welcome the opportunity.
๏ผ he's not among them. he is not impatient — the exacting circumstances of his life would have bloodlet that from him even if he had ever been so inclined — but he prefers to direct his energy towards tangible tasks. holding patterns often incite introspection in him in a way that is more like putting weight on a badly healed broken bone. ๏ผ
I would prefer to stir my own, if possible. Can one override the enchantment?
๏ผ habit. even accepting tea someone else has brewed is... difficult for him here. it was easier when his reputation preceded him, when he was experienced enough with most poisons to discern their presence, and had undergone vigorous training to resist them. here, he has no such guarantee his skills will be as sharp, nor the poisons as obvious.
she has the advantage of him. despite the fact he does not expect her to try poisoning him — it would be foolish of her, for one — that old suspicion is difficult to allay, and is buried so deeply in his bones that it is second nature to fall victim to it.
one fine-boned hard reaches for the cup, curls around it and tugs it close despite his concerns. there are worse and more violent ends than poison is what he tells himself to quiet the suspicion. ๏ผ
I imagine many will welcome the opportunity.
๏ผ he's not among them. he is not impatient — the exacting circumstances of his life would have bloodlet that from him even if he had ever been so inclined — but he prefers to direct his energy towards tangible tasks. holding patterns often incite introspection in him in a way that is more like putting weight on a badly healed broken bone. ๏ผ
I'll have to check the owner's manual, but it should be possible. I'm just not sure how.
[Itachi's paranoia is something Sabriel would have difficulty even conceiving of. That enemies might wish her harm is something she understands- even now, she prefers to sleep with her sword within easy reach- but given the shared mission of everyone on the station, and the lack of Dead and Free magic adepts among them, the crew of the Ximilia has her trust- not blind faith, but a general trust that none of them are out to do her harm, even if they might disagree on how to achieve their goals.]
There's talk of a midwinter party- although honestly, it feels like someone finds an excuse to throw a party every time we finish a mission.
[And there's a fond smile at the thought, even if Sabriel's not really the sort to enjoy parties that much. It keeps people's spirits up, at least, and it's a way to release some of the tension that can build up during missions.
Sabriel takes a sip of her tea. It is, in fact, perfectly brewed.]
I'm sure people want to celebrate a mission not ending in an enormous fight for once, and managing to end Remi's bargain without anyone dying, even if some of us exhausted ourselves in the process. Do people celebrate on the solstice, where you're from?
[Itachi's paranoia is something Sabriel would have difficulty even conceiving of. That enemies might wish her harm is something she understands- even now, she prefers to sleep with her sword within easy reach- but given the shared mission of everyone on the station, and the lack of Dead and Free magic adepts among them, the crew of the Ximilia has her trust- not blind faith, but a general trust that none of them are out to do her harm, even if they might disagree on how to achieve their goals.]
There's talk of a midwinter party- although honestly, it feels like someone finds an excuse to throw a party every time we finish a mission.
[And there's a fond smile at the thought, even if Sabriel's not really the sort to enjoy parties that much. It keeps people's spirits up, at least, and it's a way to release some of the tension that can build up during missions.
Sabriel takes a sip of her tea. It is, in fact, perfectly brewed.]
I'm sure people want to celebrate a mission not ending in an enormous fight for once, and managing to end Remi's bargain without anyone dying, even if some of us exhausted ourselves in the process. Do people celebrate on the solstice, where you're from?
๏ผ well, in the interest of not accidentally breaking her teapot, he refrains from any additions. he supposes it's human nature to wish to celebrate one's victory, even if he does not share the unfettered enthusiasm. he remembers the way people celebrated, after the armistice was reached. yet, the blood from his first kill had barely cooled on his hands, and he knew at that tender age that the fragile peace they'd brokered would not linger. it will be the same here — but if others find solace in it, he has no heart to deny them. what can it hurt? ๏ผ
It's customary to bathe with a yuzu on Toji. ๏ผ that word stays stubbornly japanese, but means, in essence, 'winter solstice'. ๏ผ And in my village we make dishes with winter squash, if it's available.
It's customary to bathe with a yuzu on Toji. ๏ผ that word stays stubbornly japanese, but means, in essence, 'winter solstice'. ๏ผ And in my village we make dishes with winter squash, if it's available.
To scent the bathwater? [Even if Sabriel isn't... entirely sure what a 'yuzu' is. She can alway ask, she supposes.] Or is it a kind of sponge?
In Ancelstierre- and the Old Kingdom- Midwinter is something communal. My school would hold an entire festival, with students putting on plays, scientific demonstrations, and the music classes would put on performances to. Towns and villages have festivals and bonfires, with stalls selling mulled wine and winter sweets.
[She should see if someone here knows how to make gingerbread, now that she thinks on it.]
In Ancelstierre- and the Old Kingdom- Midwinter is something communal. My school would hold an entire festival, with students putting on plays, scientific demonstrations, and the music classes would put on performances to. Towns and villages have festivals and bonfires, with stalls selling mulled wine and winter sweets.
[She should see if someone here knows how to make gingerbread, now that she thinks on it.]
A citrus.
๏ผ he makes a gesture to indicate its approximate size — perhaps a little smaller than a lemon.
ancelstierre is a word that gives him pause, and he has to carefully piece it apart into syllables in his mind and reconstruct it before he's confident in his ability to say it aloud. ๏ผ
That sounds very ๏ผ hm. ๏ผ festive. Do you miss it?
๏ผ he makes a gesture to indicate its approximate size — perhaps a little smaller than a lemon.
ancelstierre is a word that gives him pause, and he has to carefully piece it apart into syllables in his mind and reconstruct it before he's confident in his ability to say it aloud. ๏ผ
That sounds very ๏ผ hm. ๏ผ festive. Do you miss it?
My time at school in Ancelstierre has passed, so... Not particularly. And I'll probably be too busy with my work as Abhorsen to attend many Old Kingdom celebrations- the Dead are generally more active in the winter, when days are shorter and some smaller streams are frozen solid.
[Sunlight and running water were the two greatest defenses those without magic had against the Dead, with fire running a distant third.]
But... I think I might miss it a little. The light and warmth against all the cold and darkness.
[Sunlight and running water were the two greatest defenses those without magic had against the Dead, with fire running a distant third.]
But... I think I might miss it a little. The light and warmth against all the cold and darkness.
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