Tea Time [Mithras, Dimel]
Jun 4, 2015 0:37:05 GMT
Post by tenebrian on Jun 4, 2015 0:37:05 GMT
((btw, I'll move to short lit posts or dialogue after the intro post. Don't be daunted by the length, I'm just setting the stage.))
The rich silverware, spoons, tea pots, bowls, all glittered under the lighting of the enchanted crystals. They gave off soft white and blue hues to glitter on the pristine surfaces. The walls were a rich polished brown wood, which was both regal and comforting. The linens added to the richness with their handcrafted laced edges. Their deep blue ringed with a trim of stars convienently hid light spills.
Dimel himself, had dressed in blacks, chosing formal clothing without any clan tartan or scarves. He wore mostly leather and silk, appreciating the ease at which he could acquire such goods as a part-time smuggler and merchant. He chose not to wear the predominately purple tartan he had because it was a close imiation of his clan, Cairain, and he didn't want these nobles to chat about the charcoal-haired Cairain, when his family was trying to still forget he existed. For the better part of these past few decades, they had forgotten. Most that remembered him were too old to care and the recent generation had no clue he existed.
Being a smuggler he had to find places to sell his wares, which in this case, was tea. The clientelle this tea house attracted was among the upper echelon of Reluir. Noble families frequented here, hence Dimel's caution regarding his clan. Besides, the blacks made him far more regal than his normal clothes, meant for traveling and work.
He had several teapots arrayed in front of him, filled with hot water, that was set on small burners, lit by candles to keep the liquid warm as he steeped several cups. There were also a litter of cups and saucers, all silver or silver rimmed china.
Using a handful of light strainers he spooned a little leaves from the Tusar Blood Orange tea pouch and put it into a few cups. It was one of his favorite red teas, which essentially was a chai with dried orange. It wasn't quite as deep in flavor as a standard chai made with black tea, but the slightly lighter flavor did better with the orange overtones. Dimel also had some powdered green out of Song-Lu that was going to require the small wisk to stir, that he had sitting on the table. For that one, he had brought a few of his own Song-Lu made ceramic cups that were fired in their traditional style with rich greens decorated with a bit of white glaze and decorated with a few cherry blossoms on each.
((Note, Cairain is a military clan, almost noble... they tend to work with nobles often and are very well respected. They are devoutly loyal to the Queen and have been for many many centuries. As a noble, your oc should know about them, although Dimel's name hasn't really been mentioned in ages, so he might not recognize the first name outside of his connection to the Queen's Assassins. OH, and the tea samples are free. XD))
The rich silverware, spoons, tea pots, bowls, all glittered under the lighting of the enchanted crystals. They gave off soft white and blue hues to glitter on the pristine surfaces. The walls were a rich polished brown wood, which was both regal and comforting. The linens added to the richness with their handcrafted laced edges. Their deep blue ringed with a trim of stars convienently hid light spills.
Dimel himself, had dressed in blacks, chosing formal clothing without any clan tartan or scarves. He wore mostly leather and silk, appreciating the ease at which he could acquire such goods as a part-time smuggler and merchant. He chose not to wear the predominately purple tartan he had because it was a close imiation of his clan, Cairain, and he didn't want these nobles to chat about the charcoal-haired Cairain, when his family was trying to still forget he existed. For the better part of these past few decades, they had forgotten. Most that remembered him were too old to care and the recent generation had no clue he existed.
Being a smuggler he had to find places to sell his wares, which in this case, was tea. The clientelle this tea house attracted was among the upper echelon of Reluir. Noble families frequented here, hence Dimel's caution regarding his clan. Besides, the blacks made him far more regal than his normal clothes, meant for traveling and work.
He had several teapots arrayed in front of him, filled with hot water, that was set on small burners, lit by candles to keep the liquid warm as he steeped several cups. There were also a litter of cups and saucers, all silver or silver rimmed china.
Using a handful of light strainers he spooned a little leaves from the Tusar Blood Orange tea pouch and put it into a few cups. It was one of his favorite red teas, which essentially was a chai with dried orange. It wasn't quite as deep in flavor as a standard chai made with black tea, but the slightly lighter flavor did better with the orange overtones. Dimel also had some powdered green out of Song-Lu that was going to require the small wisk to stir, that he had sitting on the table. For that one, he had brought a few of his own Song-Lu made ceramic cups that were fired in their traditional style with rich greens decorated with a bit of white glaze and decorated with a few cherry blossoms on each.
((Note, Cairain is a military clan, almost noble... they tend to work with nobles often and are very well respected. They are devoutly loyal to the Queen and have been for many many centuries. As a noble, your oc should know about them, although Dimel's name hasn't really been mentioned in ages, so he might not recognize the first name outside of his connection to the Queen's Assassins. OH, and the tea samples are free. XD))
