Towering Tea Time
Log Info
- Title: Towering Tea Time
- Emitter: Simony
- Place: Fate's Spire
- Summary: Simony and Warrick have some tea, catch up, and look at some art.
The Spire is abuzz with activity, the reduction in humidity making the day pleasant with a breeze. Vardamite and Korite monks spar together, the show being enjoyed by others of the Monastery, while numerous Navosian monks meditate in the shade of paper umbrellas.
Inside, the stone building is much cooler, a respite enjoyed by a number of merchants and travelers, who enjoy tea and scones in the foyer. Deeper still, one may find the Library, study rooms and the monks' cells. Simony's is easy to find, with directions given by a passing cleric of Navos.
Her cell door is open, and the sounds of humming is heard on approach. The ceiling is a deep, dark blue, dotted with stars, constellations familiar to those who've looked up at night more than a few times. The blue begins to give way to green opposite the door, foretelling the coming dawn. Settled cross-legged upon the floor is Simony, dressed in a pale green summer dress. Her hair is missing from the top of her head, and her right arm is kept to her side, while the other arm is properly set for the lotus position.
"Ommmmmmmmmm.."
It was certainly a long trek, Warrick wasn't one to make his way up the Mountain Road that often. To be fair, it was one of the worst posts to have, as patrolling even on mountback was rough. But alas, he was here after a long walk, sweating as he gets into the tower itself. In a tank top with a longsword tapping against his belt, he wipes his brow and asks around for the little Temperance.
Eventually, he walks by Simony's cell, past it, then backs up into the doorframe. He sees what she is doing, crosses his arms and leans against the wall, waiting patiently as he looks about the inside of the artist's chambers.
The walls are still stark white, spared the Goblin's brush. However, many of her sketches and paintings have been affixed to them. Warrick would recognize himself, his daughter, Ous and numerous mutual friends, along with landscapes, flowers and oddly, spiders. Only the small ones though.
She lets out a slow breath, and opens her eyes. Blinking, she gasps, her expression brightening. "Warrick!" Slowly, she gets to her feet, and stiffly runs to him, her arms open wide. The Gobbo stops short of running into him. "How are you? Would you like some tea? I also have some sticky buns if you're a little hungry, I know it's a pain to get up here."
Warrick peers on with interest, smiling lightly as he spies himself, some friends, and his daughter. But he shifts his attention back to the gobber, him lightly smiling. "Simony," he greets, raising a hand before lowering it to brace against the door frame, expecting a crash into him. But instead just a regular hug is given, him reaching down to pat the small woman on the back. "Doing well. Could use some tea, yes, that walk was a doozy for certain." A brow quirks. "Sticky buns? Sure, since you're offering."
The Goblin presses herself into the hug, squeezing the man firmly. She steps away, stiffly moving to her small table, pulling out a chair for Warrick. "How is Cynthia? I trust she is staying out of trouble." Simony glances his way, "Aside from some hair dye shenanigans?" From her desk, she fetches a small box, and a teapot. Cups are had also, both filled with a pale orange liquid. "Peach tea. I found some lovely teas in from the Jade Isles, or so I was told." The box is opened up and offered to him once he's settled in. "They are quite sticky, but delicious. Cinnamon and brown sugar."
Warrick chuckles, him walking into the room after her and nodding in thanks for the chair. "She's doing well. Staying out of trouble as best she can," he smiles, rolling his shoulders as he rubs his arm. "The tea sounds good," he comments, taking the cup and sticky bun. "Interesting."
He eyes her, watching the way she stiffy moves. "You okay? Pull something?"
Simony's hands wrap around the cup, and she blows faintly on it before sipping. "That's good, I would enjoy another visit some time, or she could come with you next time you come up this way."
Her expression falters. "I.. almost died. Had a lot of skin charred, a Charnese wizard dropped a fireball at my feet, basically. Then a Forgotten clawed my side. It was a rough fight. I don't know how I was able to continue, once I woke up again. I'm... healed, mostly. Just stiff and sore, my skin is all itchy and tight feeling."
Warrick nods once, blowing on the cup before taking a sip and setting it down. "I can bring her up here next time, will have to rent a ride. Bit much of a walk for her."
His face falls faintly. Him leaning forward as he listens intently. "... I have not had the displeasure of fighting those things, I've only heard bad stories." He fidgets with his cup. "Perhaps might get that checked for diseases. But if not, sounds like a scar forming. I'm sorry that happened."
"Or, perhaps we could meet somewhere inside Alexandria. Some place comfortable, like the Fernwood. I could stay there the night, and no one has to be riding a long distance near nightfall. I ought to move into the city proper, I think." She moves to setting in a chair at the little table, setting her tea down after another, lengthier sip.
"It is terrible. They just keep going, no matter how badly they are wounded, only death will stop them. It is worse that they were, until just recently, good people, friendly to a fault, made terrible by Charn." She lets out a breath. "I have checked, and have had one of the clerics here have a look too. I am clean. Three others were infected. I was able to treat them. It is, thankfully, easy to treat in others. The Forgotten, themselves? I should like to try, however, it is difficult to do so while they are trying to carve you up and eat you." Simony nods, "It is fine, I can deal with it, it'll get better. Just hurts."
"We can do that. If only there was an inn on the eastern side," Warrick shrugs. "Though, we can come up here, Cynthia needs to get out of the city a bit more often."
He takes an idle bite from the sticky bun, him listening intently. "... yeesh," he sighs. "Good. Any trek with such things should always be treated with utmost caution." He leans his elbow on the table. "... I'm not entirely sure what a Forgotten is. But uh... yeah. Getting carved hurts. Took a while to get my arm back into shape."
"Well... it's the more affluent side, an inn would be more expensive. I'm sure you could stay at the Monastery, but that's the journey we're trying to make better." Simony offers a shrug. "We could go to one of the little towns outside of Alexandria. Wilderness Pointe? It's got a comfortable inn, and the food is great. Not too far away."
The Gobbo's eyes widen. "Forgotten are corrupted Sith-makar. They eat the flesh of their own people, gorging themselves, corrupting themselves into monsters. They are Forgotten, then." She hugs herself then, shivering. "It did hurt. I still feel it."
Warrick shrugs. "Could do that. Wilderness Pointe is a fine place. Would get her some more exposure to more of the wilds and culture of Mictlan nearby. But I think a trip here is in order, at the very least."
He blinks, then visibly shudders. "... like the wights..." he murmurs, looking into his teacup. "... I am sorry you had to deal with that. Doubly so for any Makari with you."
"It would be a fun day trip, or maybe a few days. As for visiting here, you're welcome to stay, I can make arrangements for beds and bedding." The GOblin shivers, and hops from her chair, to hug at Warrick once more.
"I am sorry that it brings the memories back. But, I.. I understand a little more."
Warrick nods. "Arrangements here are probably best. It is quite a trek, even if on a horse." There's a blink as he gets a hug. And he just pats her side. "It's okay. Just reminded me of that situation is all. It is... hard, to go against people you know well."
He lets go, finishing off the sticky bun and wiping his fingers off on his pants. "Good that you all got it sorted in the end." A pondering. "How goes your artisanal exploits?"
Simony squeezes again and nods. "I just see the look in your eye and it makes me want to hug you." She lets out a huff of breath, and in answer to his question, she looks up at the ceiling. "So that.. it what a portion of Telamon and Cor'lana's living room ceiling is going to look like. I practiced here to get the hang of it, fresco painting is quite an effort. It's going to take me a bit of time. Hehe, and I'm going to have to shoo off pixies, possibly a fairy dragon, and still get it done as efficiently as possible.
She steps back, and holds up a finger. "Don't think me improper here, I just want to show you something." She tugs at the hem of her dress, exposing her legs to just above the knees. Where on one leg is a small butterfly, on the other, a daffodil. Black ink outlines each tattoo, with the daffodil filled with yellow, and the butterfly a cornflower blue. "Only spot I could practice on myself. What do you think?"
Warrick looks off to the window. "Very well," he shrugs as he looks over to the ceiling. "... huh. That is pretty interesting. But.. pixies? Fairy dragon? That sounds like a difficult work environment."
He blinks at the finger, but just simply nods at the warning as he looks down and looks at the leg. His eyes raise and a light smile crests his lips. "Oh. That's very well done, Simony. You've got a hand for it, for certain."
She lets go of the hem, and bounces. "You think so? I'm going to need more practice though. I'll do little ones... but uhm, did you want a small tattoo in an innocuous place that you can cover up easily when you don't want others to see?" Simony's smile is broad and toothy. She turns about and moves to settle back into her chair.
'Eeeh, I don't think it will be too difficult. Jyndei, the fairy dragon, will probably just want to snuggle up and talk. I think they're happy with that. The pixies are going to be trouble, because they /want/ to help, and I think they may not take no for an answer. I'll find something creative to distract them with. It'll be fine. I hope." The Gobbo giggles lightly. "This will be great, people are going to see my work!"
Warrick chuckles, leaning back in his chair as he sips on his tea. "I think I'd wait for you to get a little more practice in. You... could go buy pig's skin from a butcher and practice on that. It's fairly similar to regular skin," he suggests.
He smiles. "Your work deserves to be seen. It is very good. Perhaps... something can be concocted to distract them. A challenge maybe, or a bet."
He reaches forward to pour more tea for the both of them. "In my time, I have talked with quite an odd array of beings as a guard. I've found, that most things that aren't of this realm, a simple 'I am certain your friend here cannot best you in-' whatever tends to rile the other up enough to buy time."
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