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eswareinmal2012-01-13 09:46 pm
tatra) wrote in eswareinmal2012-01-13 09:46 pm
Rebirth Height 4 - A bit of this in a cup of tea...
Characters: Princess Tatra and Prince Loki Odinson
Open? No
Where: A nice tearoom in the northern wing
When: Shortly after Loki's arrival - presumably at precisely four o'clock, as we are civilized people.
Warnings: None
The princess spent most of her time in this room, she found. The entire castle felt strange to her and she was always somewhat on edge on account of her missing sister, Tarta. She would never show it, of course, but anyone who knew the princess well would have noticed that she was drinking a great deal more tea than usual. Until she knew more about this place, there was little she could do to help, and until she could do something to help, she would drink tea.
And so it was that when Loki arrived at the castle and accepted her offer of tea, Tatra was already on her second cup. There was always at least one serving person in the room although she had never asked them to be there. The princess asked one young man (his name was Joseph and he often came by to refill her pot) to find the newcomer and help him find his way here. He nodded enthusiastically and was off, quickly replaced by a young brunette Tatra knew as Caroline. She would often strike up conversation with the serving people until they became uncomfortable. It made her well-liked in the castle and helped her feel at home.
Open? No
Where: A nice tearoom in the northern wing
When: Shortly after Loki's arrival - presumably at precisely four o'clock, as we are civilized people.
Warnings: None
The princess spent most of her time in this room, she found. The entire castle felt strange to her and she was always somewhat on edge on account of her missing sister, Tarta. She would never show it, of course, but anyone who knew the princess well would have noticed that she was drinking a great deal more tea than usual. Until she knew more about this place, there was little she could do to help, and until she could do something to help, she would drink tea.
And so it was that when Loki arrived at the castle and accepted her offer of tea, Tatra was already on her second cup. There was always at least one serving person in the room although she had never asked them to be there. The princess asked one young man (his name was Joseph and he often came by to refill her pot) to find the newcomer and help him find his way here. He nodded enthusiastically and was off, quickly replaced by a young brunette Tatra knew as Caroline. She would often strike up conversation with the serving people until they became uncomfortable. It made her well-liked in the castle and helped her feel at home.
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The black, green, gold robes are not his own armor, but they are something of a protection nonetheless: becoming a wizard, filling a role in this world, those are things that will protect him. If he loses his godhood and stays for a time, blends himself into their folk and their lives, then Thor will not come hunting for him. Thor will not be able to find him. Thor will... perhaps, eventually, he will assume Loki dead.
After all: gods do not die so easily, but Loki is not Aesir, is he?
The serving man leads Loki through the halls and passages, and Loki makes careful note of the route. Compares it to his mental picture of the castle thus far, and is pleased to find that he knows where he is the entire time. He's always been a quick learner.
"Princess," he greets Tatra, with an incline of his head.
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"Orange spiced tea," she explained as she poured. "It's sweeter than I'm used to, but very good."
Off to the side Joseph bows at the compliment and Tatra shoots him a smile.
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He settles into the seat, handling the robes naturally and smoothly, as though he was born to it.
"May I ask -- when did you find yourself here?"
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"A few days ago. My sister and I were taking a brief break from talks with the leaders of Cephiro."
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Would that it had taken place just a few scant weeks earlier.
"You adapt well," though his eyes search her for the weaknesses that no doubt her breeding and her training are meant to hide.
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If he was looking for weaknesses, she shows none now. In truth her greatest weakness has already been revealed: Her sister, who must be missing her dearly.
The princess takes another appreciative sip of tea, examining her guest just as searchingly through the hood of her eyelashes.
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He holds himself with calm dignity; his eyes flicker, hinting at a quick and intelligent mind below but not betraying any of his emotion. Tea cup between his fingertips, and very briefly, there is a shiver of frost tracing down the curve of the ceramic.
And then he sips, now that the tea has turned cold.
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"The King has been quite pleasant," she says blandly. It took no time at all to weigh his intelligence and she had turned instead to the common folk for information about this place. "I was actually referring to the serving people," she corrected with another smile towards the servants in the room.
"They found these clothes for me, in fact! I'm not accustomed to the hot fabrics they produce in this region," she explained, rearranging her skirts to show how they fell so softly and billowed slightly in the light breeze through the room.
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"I had not thought to ask," he murmurs. "What is the season, here? What is the month?"
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"I believe it may be early Spring, by my calendar, but it is hard to say for sure." All she knew was that it was colder than she was used to.
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"How cold is it, where you come from?"
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"I do apologize if tea is not normally to your liking. It is a traditional show of hospitality in my country," she explained diplomatically.
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"Your home sounds grand," she told him with a wide smile.