[IC] Tea-time with the character above you ☕

"I shoulda asked you what kind of tea ya like..or even if you like tea." Scarlett chuckles awkwardly, tapping her foot while waiting for the water in her kettle to boil. She didn't drink tea nearly as much as she used to. She'd been running off adrenaline for years more than caffeine, but it didn't hurt to have a cup every so often. It sure as hell was better than her drinking habits. 

Feiaris was one of the first people she'd invited over for years, though the invitation was more-so out of intimidation. She didn't know who she was or why she was here, but something told her that she should just try to remain on this being's good side. However, she didn't really know if she were malicious, or entirely peaceful. All she knew was she was some sort of otherworldly, divine creature, and she didn't want to take any chances.

This could be considered a weak apology for being an atheist. She was quite beautiful, that was something Scarlett could appreciate; it made her wonder what it'd be like to be in her shoes, just for a day. 

She could've sworn she had more tea than just one flavor. Maybe it'd really been that long since she'd sat down and drank some. Everyone likes jasmine, right? She couldn't really go out and get more, so it'd have to do. The cupboard where she had her mugs was surprisingly clean for the type of person she was. In fact, her house barely looked lived in. It was like she was never really there, or maybe had some obsession with keeping the place tidy.

A bag was placed in each mug and she set one in front of Feiaris on the living room table. "It's jasmine tea." Scarlett said, taking a seat on the opposite side of her couch. "Sorry if that ain't to your liking...I thought I had more than just this." 

Every part of her wanted to ask her what she was, but she felt like she didn't even want to find out. She'd gone her whole life believing that all of these divine creatures in stories are just that; stories. Her planet wasn't exactly one for spirituality, and most of the population finds any mention of it unbelievable. Her brain was telling her to stay on guard, yet her body didn't feel tense. 

"Alright, I'm gon' get an awkward question out of the way." Scarlett smiles. "Should I be scared'a you?" Her tone was left lighthearted. She wouldn't want to upset her, after all.

The kettle on the old stove became to whistle it's familiar tune. It alerted Alpine, and he quickly trotted to the stove to take off the heat. He poured the scalding water into his teapot and let the tea leaves inside steep. 

"I hope you like chamomile. I have an abundance of it from this summer," Alpine said to his house guest. His house guest, Scarlett, was a person he had recently met in the village. Her scars and tough demeanor suggested that she came from a much rougher place, and Alpine felt as if he should offer her hospitality. He made sure to set out his best teacups and brought out the pound cake he made earlier that day.

 "Oh, I think the tea's ready." Alpine took out the tea bags and gingerly carried the teapot over to the table. He poured the steaming liquid into Scarlett's teacup and then his own. "I hope it is to your liking. And, if you don't mind me asking, what brought you to the village? I don't see many new people here."

"Well, now, I hope you're prepared!" A purple spotlight shined on the jester on from seemingly absolutely nowhere as she held up a boiling kettle by the door. Klecy had been holding it just above her right hand for some while, as magical flames properly heated the contents within, and it was finally time to present some to her most esteemed guest: A dude she found outside town. He didn't seem that expressive at first, but sometimes Klecy needed a more warm or even serious personality to keep her grounded, and the Satyr here would be just fine.

With a ping and a flash of magic, she was already at the table, setting up two mugs for herself and Alpine, one had a spiral symbol on it, and the other had small painted eyes that were definitely blinking. "Because I present to you..." Klecy began, now pouring some steaming liquid into his cup with the sudden carefulness of an open heart surgery, because that was simply what she visualized when drinking tea with people. When she finished, she simply snapped her fingers, and summoned some more tea into her own mug, fully forgoing the dramatics.

"SOME CHAI- some, uh" She had settled into her chair across Alphine, now realizing she didn't actually know much about tea, she was always of the opinion that it was just the end of a leaf's life cycle. "Well, I've presented us with some tea, in general. Chamomile, Jasmin, either way, rest assured I took this out of my friend's drawer, and she would never kill us with poison. What are your friends like, anyway? Living near the mountains must get lonely." Klecy wasn't one to talk about living away from towns, but it was simply the best segue away from the possible safety hazard of drinking tea.

Manual bump

Despite having lived for millions of years, Nineverta had never bothered to try tea or many other mortal-made sweets and beverages in general. If anyone were to ask for him to sit down and try, he would always remain apprehensive. Completely fixated on the well-being and happiness of others he would hunker down anyways, and he wanted nothing more than to treat his newly made acquaintance, Klecy.

It turns out that the two didn't have much problems getting along! With Nineverta's calm and collect, yet bubbly attitude it bounced off well against the energetic tendencies of Klecy. They shared quite a bit in common, at least in regards to when Nineverta was mortal and he was slightly more unhinged and unruly than he is nowadays. The deity was more than happy to serve Klecy, though Nineverta's food and drink were always a little more... special than average.

"I noticed you love sweets. You've... probably never even encountered a magic such as Primal Light! But I decided to mix some of it into the tea. D-don't worry, it won't hurt! It'll just make you warm and fuzzy inside, and it might taste a little like candy. I hope you like it! I'm more than happy to make you more if you want, hun."

As he gently poured the tea from it's kettle to the ceramic cups upon the table, he gave a small smile- though curiosity filled his 7 bright red eyes,"You're a pretty learned magic user, huh? I never had the privilege to master diverse levels of magic like you. I'm purely a healer, we're... kind of opposites. I wonder what we could learn from each other."

Things do get a little dark w/ this guy

so be prepared

There is something to say about the narrative in this scenario, because it is a rather wondrous occasion to have two things that assume the form of a human to cross paths. But Alois is not like a certain archivist, and he pays this little quirk no heed. This is not a concern of his, if he would say so himself. Instead, his gaze is on this simulacrum of a little girl, and he peers at her mien: the red cloak (what fibres are involved?) and that brown hair (human hair, or something else?), a slight curl to his lips as he continues his visual inspection.

He stops, eventually, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he remembers — realises, really — that he has a guest, but that only provides his mental faculties the room to mull on what kind of things the little girl would find amenable, even as he stands and turns to face the kitchen, flipping open a few doors here and there. Something sweet, perhaps? Natural, like honey? Or she might instead prefer something that tastes of iron? There are numerous factors to consider here, and it is to this end that Alois supposes that he might as well ask, rather than playing a game of guesswork.

His fingers roam through the assortment of teas in his cupboard, and he clicks his tongue as he deliberates, empty eyes flicking over in the girl's direction for a brief moment. "Any particular tea that you would like? Snacks, perhaps, if you're alright with that?"

A crinkling of paper. The paradox peers at a bag of lemon tea, a favourite of his, but he does not pull it out just yet. Instead, he stills and waits for his guest's response, an eyebrow raised as he awaits her response — or perhaps the lack of one. Maybe some cupcakes would do the both of them good, and, from there, he can elevate this occasion into something truly worth his time: a conversation between entities, and the sharing of knowledge among them.

The tea was fine, it was the herbal kind that Valnier often to aid in his waning health. There were a few drops that clung to the hair above his lip. He would usually wipe it away with a gloved thumb but to show respect to the man he sat in front of he used a small handkerchief that be produced from the inside breast pocket of his coat. He considered himself above being petty and showing disrespect while afraid as some often did. Besides there was an overwhelming feeling of wrongness, as if he did not sit before a man but an avatar of something. 

He set the tea cup down and folded one leg over the other. Leaning backward and into the strong back of the wooden chair he raised an eyebrow at the, well he didn't know what to refer to Alois as. They smiled and drank their tea but still, it felt so off just looking at them. Valnier's heart trembled slightly as he kept his face neutral and formal, he did his best to betray no emotion. Placing his hands on his lifted leg Valnier spoke finally, his voice was like a knife sliding across a whetstone and nails grinding against a mountainside. 

"I appreciate the company, sir, not every day someone wishes to sit with a witch hunter. Makes one wonder how one finds such confidence where others fear... ah not that I am insulting or anything of the like. You get to my age in the profession, and curiosity sometimes takes hold."

He moved his gaze away from Aloris, more for his sanity than anything else. Looking out to the sun, with not a single cloud in the sky it was a beautiful contrast to the horrible feeling which came with sitting here with this...whatever he was.

v HRBZHWBDHSS THIS WAS DELIGHTFUL. Valnier fr coming across two magic folk while he has a title like witch hunter. He would pay them for the kindness and be on his way, I enjoy this very much

When a mysterious stranger stumbled across their little caravan it would have probably been smart to kick him out right away. Not that they minded company, but the man looked dangerous and the last thing any of them wanted was a skirmish of any sort. Altan, however, was not someone who'd just turn away a weary traveler.
He'd asked Valnier to join him for a tea ignoring the almost panicky looks Anna gave him. Altan gave her a reassuring smile while setting down a tea tray for his guest under the jewel toned canopy, but she just shook her head and hurried of. Altan wasn't really that worried, none of them had done anything to catch an eye of a witch hunter.

"Please excuse my apprentice", he said pouring Valnier tea that smelled spicy and rich. "She is still nervous around strangers with weapons."

Altan sat down across him at the table and silently regarded man over his cup for awhile. Weapons aside, he seemed like someone who'd carry themself proudly though there was something, like maybe he was  anxious? Not as nervous as Anna though who'd closed the front of her tent so tightly the seams were twisted, but somehow... wary? Altan wondered if that was a side effect of his work - always slightly on the edge, guard up and ready for anything. Sounded dreadful.

"So, what brings you to these parts of the world?" he asked curiously after a moment or two of friendly small talk. Of which Valnier didn't seem to care for. "We usually just get bounty hunters and scavengers."

NP: If Altan and Anna aren't fun, feel free to sit and have a cuppa with anyone in here