Rebirth Height 4 - A bit of this in a cup of tea...

[tatra]

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.

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[sorcerous]

And now, a quiet flicker of worry. Asgard isn't a terribly warm place, and even there, Loki is tempted to sleep away the summer. He does not sweat. He overheats so easily.

"I had not thought to ask," he murmurs. "What is the season, here? What is the month?"

[tatra]

"According to the message board," she replied, "it is the 4th day of the Height of the Season of Rebirth." What precisely that meant on her own calendar, Tatra could only guess. She knew at least that she had been here for two days now.

"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.

[sorcerous]

"Then it will grow warmer." Loki's eyes close, and he exhales. This isn't good, not at all.

[tatra]

"I believe so, yes." Tatra is excited by the prospect, but she can see that Loki is not. She takes a sip of her tea and continues watching him.

"How cold is it, where you come from?"

[sorcerous]

"I prefer the chill," he tells her, a neat sidestep of the question. "You may have noted -- I have something of an affinity for ice."

[tatra]

She laughs lightly and refills her cup.

"I do apologize if tea is not normally to your liking. It is a traditional show of hospitality in my country," she explained diplomatically.

[sorcerous]

"I prefer it," Loki says. "In mine, a show of hospitality would have been a feast, heavy on the ale and the mead." Hear that lovely, condescending dismissal in his tone. He strongly dislikes those feasts.

[tatra]

Tatra merely laughs again, lightly and joyfully.

"Your home sounds grand," she told him with a wide smile.