[Open] Smoke on Her Lips || Lapsang Souchong

[Aislinn]

It was a quiet night in the Hollow, the sort of atmosphere Aislinn most enjoyed. The faint glow from the overhanging flowers lit up the lake with an ethereal glow and looked like fireflies on the surface of the water. Yes, it was a cool, gentle night, perfect for sitting and thinking to one self.

It was no surprise to any that knew her, or even saw the lady briefly around the settlement, that Aislinn came to this spot on the lake with a pot of hot water for tea. The walk from her current living quarters to the lake had been enough time to cool the water to just the right temperature. Black tea, as this was to be, was best drunk hot, but not boiling. That was one thing Aislinn had learned over the years. Tea was a temperamental sort of brew, and could turn bitter at the slightest temperature difference if one was not careful. Aislinn was always careful though. She put her heart and soul into her blends and brews, and could only hope that they would repay her with their fullest flavor and deepest secrets.

She lifted the cast iron teapot full of water with her pale hand, just barely curling her fingers around the handle. Then, she poured water into the handle-less cup in her other hand, which had already been filled with a pinch of thin, twisted, dark leaves. When the cup was filled, she placed the pot back into the grass, and let the smokey aroma of her tea fill her lungs. As the hot water unfurled the leaves slightly, and the liquid in her cup began to turn from clear to a lovely red liquor, Aislinn took a sip of the tea. Perfect. She smiled to herself, and then looked down at her cup, noticing something interesting in the leaves at the bottom there. They had settled in what seemed to be the shape of a bear, its mouth open, its arms outstretched.

"Ahh, I should be careful then?" Aislinn mused to her cup, a curious grin spreading across her face. She took another sip of tea. If this was a warning, well she was excited for it to come greet her.

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[weirdbeard]

Weird Beard had a grand appreciation for many things in the thrid dimension. He enjoyed the kiss of the wind on his face, the taste of butter and the smell of saltwater. However, he hated children. They would pester Weird Beard endlessly and taunt him. To add further aggravation, his efforts to cease this caddishness only seemed to provoke the children further. To escape them he found a dimensional lay-line to slip into. He didn't even know fully were he was headed, just that it was away from the pests!

He moved briskly through hallways and around corners, which often led to new buildings entirerly. He wondered what parents would allow children to roam the streets so late at night as he walked trough the room of a sleeping man and out his window onto a dirt path on the edge of the settelment. He countined to walk, appriciating the still air and the smell of weeds. He realised now, that he was calmer, he was very hungry. He decided to head to the lake an add 4 dimensions to a fish until it died, than eat it. He walked through the calm night under an illuminating moon towards the lake. Upon reaching the lake he noticed a woman in colorful robes brewing something. She looked occupied and likely did not want to talk with him (Weird Beard had learned that people did not always want to talk, even if they did so very often) so he ignored her and walked directly into the lake, the cold water clinging to his robes. He began to spear his hands into the water, trying to find a good fish and get his clutches around it.

[Aislinn]

As Aislinn sipped her tea, it wasn't long until a stranger found his way to the lake. She was surprised, for she had not seen the man coming. Heck, it felt like he just popped into existence before her. She hadn't picked up on his magical signature or anything. To escape Aislinn's senses like that... well that took great skill. It amused her.

The old man plunged himself into the lake, and Aislinn watched him still. Something about him seemed...off, but Aislinn couldn't put her finger on it. She took another sip of her tea, studying the old man to see if she could uncover his secrets. She swirled the tea around in her cup, and looked into it again. The leaves formed no picture, just sat on the bottom as they continued to unravel and release their smokey flavor. Useless. Even her sight could not pick up on what was up with this old wizard. Perhaps that was a clue in itself though.

"You might want to try over there." Aislinn pointed toward a different part of the pond, one where she could have sworn she saw the flip of a fish tail earlier, disturbing the almost glass-like surface of the water. For, what else could this man be doing almost hip deep in water, grabbing around at the bottom of the pond. Aislinn had certainly seen more graceful ways of catching fish before though, so maybe that wasn't the case. Again, she sipped her tea, and noticed that her cup was now empty. Well, she could move somewhere else, and leave this strange wizard behind her, but then she wouldn't satisfy her curiosity. Aislinn decided to instead pour herself another cup. It would be a waste to not enjoy the flavors of a second steeping after all. That was when the true sweetness of her tea came out.

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[weirdbeard]

Weird Beard was having trouble grabbing a fish and was indeed scaring more prey than he was catching. He made a few small sounds of frustration when the woman behind him said "You might want to try over there.". He turned (which to her didn't actually change his facing relative to her eyes) and raised a brow. He turned to the spot near the bank and looked. Indeed! This small alcove near the banks seems to be exactly where all the scared fish were fleeing from him. He boxed them in and sprang with the speed of a much younger wizard. He grabbed a fish by the tail and flipped it out of the water. He clumsily pawed at it in the air, bouncing it off of his palms and eventually caught it, leaning over in a most undignified manner. Weird Beard did not care, he had a fish and he was already slowly killing it with his ability to alter geometry. Now to cook his slippery prize.

He sat next to the woman. "Hmmm, yes, thank you..." he said in his tittery voice as he produced a bag of powder from his cloak and swept some sticks into a hasty pile with his foot. He spread the powder onto the assorted sticks and twigs and bright yellow flame leapt from them. He tossed the now dead fish on the twigs and licked his lips in anticipation of the tasty morsel to come. He asked the woman "Whyyyy are you here, hmm? To escape the meddling children.... mayhaps?"

[Elijah]

There were few times that The Sylvan dame could allow herself to flitter and flip her wings, so few times when she was really allowed some freedom, and being both a night owl and an early bird, it were these wee hours of the night that belonged to her, and kept her sane. However, her wings keeping her airborne made as much sense as a bee's wings giving them their maneuverability, for while they were long and slender with the fleshy opalescent quality to their flexible veins, they were the only bit of passive magic about her, the kind that kept her aloft.

So she floated along the smallest of breezes, and you might imagine her delight when she caught a bit of wind that scooped her delicate frame, where she stilled her wings and glided, inhaling the smell of dark leaves and new spring. Ah, She smiled, spring. Having passed over the town she lowered her altitude, looking upon a lit pond and some figures that dotted it's side. In no particular mood to disturb anyone, she allowed herself to curl and angle toward the ground, the earth and the eagerness to feel the sensation of something solid under her feet made her shiver, and the few moments before bestowed a bit of mirth upon her lips. Placing her feet upon soft earth, she sighed happily.

She noticed some conversation behind her, but what more was the smell. Tea~. Oh, the tempting fragrance of crisply folded leaves and water's warm embrace. Masterful. Another spoke, approached the lady of royal regalia, one not so noble, perhaps not even wise, but interesting--new. Elijah folded her sylvan petals of wings to her back carefully, a twitch here and there as she drew forward,but subtle, eager.

As the bearded man had asked a question before she had even arrived, she dipped her head respectfully to the two, held it for a moment, and then set down to wait to ask her own questions, including where the fae'li dame found her supply of tea... And company~. Elijah covered her mouth to hide a smile. Elijah! How rude~! But the smile betrayed her berating. It spoke ever so small, a wish to break into many pieces and cascade into laughter. The urge faded, and Elijah listened. 

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Her Mind Wanders
"She Speaks"
She Acts.

OOC: :D Hullo~

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[Aislinn]

Aislinn watched the old man as he followed her finger to the spot where there were fish. Oddly enough, it didn't look like he even turned, but he seemed to notice when the fish flipped its fins again, and dove after that particular spot.

"Interesting..." Aislinn mused under her breath, and smiled as she drank her tea. In fact, throughout the entire fish catching business, Aislinn hadn't once seen the man's back or side. Only his front. But how could he catch a fish in the location it was without turning around? Being a former businesswoman, Aislinn met humans and magic users alike, but never knew anyone who could produce such a strange illusion, at least Aislinn assumed that was what this was. She had long wished she could create illusions: masterful images that depicted the fantasies of the world at a whim. Ahh yes, that would have been splendid for her Tasseography sessions, but alas, the woman had no such talents. She could always wish though.

The man then began to cook his fish, and asked Aislinn a question. Children, hmm?

"Yes sir, that is certainly one of the many reasons," Aislinn called across the pond. Children, people, creatures lurking about. As much as Aislinn loved people watching during the day, she felt best alone at night. Though, she didn't mind sparse company. The man certainly wasn't ruining her quiet evening by being here, as strange as it was to suddenly pop in and start cooking a fish...in a fire rather than roasting above it. "But mostly to sooth my nerves and enjoy this beautiful scenery we have." She motioned her hand slowly across the pond which was back to being still as glass now that the wizard and the fish were out of its waters. Across the pond, Aislinn watched the old wizard's fire crack and pop, giving off a warm hue and smoke. A fitting counterpart to her own smokey tea. Had she been paying attention to the leaves in the cup, Aislinn would have seen a new picture forming, that of a butterfly. She was too intrigued by the man to do more than idly drink from her cup.

"And you sir," she asked. "Just hiding from the children, and some dinner, or do you have other business here this evening?" Aislinn never even noticed the Sylvan child, or the message of the girl's arrival in her cup.

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[weirdbeard]

Weird Beard cooked his fish (in the most rushed and assainine way possible) and stared at the woman as she answered his question. So, this person also wanted to get away from everyone else in the town. Weird Beard enjoyed finding similarites with humans. However he has long since learned to not point out these similarities as it seemed to anger people. "Yes... good. The night air is... quite gental on the skin." As he was thinking of something else clever to say, his fish caught fire. This meant it was ready. He smothered the flame and rose it up to this mouth to begin eating but as he rose his head he saw a lithe, winged girl. An ambush!

Weird Beard sprung to his feet, stuffing his fish into his pocket "Ambush! Tylwyth!" He ran around his makeshift campfire twice and ran towards the woman who was brewing tea, leaping at the last moment to hit the dimensional gap that placed him in a shrub 40 feet in the other direction. He crouched down behind the inadequately small bush and shouted "You can't catch Weird Beard! Oh no..."

[Elijah]

Ignored. It was something she was used to as a fairy. What were children really considered? They were the ignored, right? If they did not have to be paid attention to, and because of the little space they took up, they could be neglected until they said something. She inhaled the tea herbs again and smiled happily. Truly, she loved the smell, and even the smell of the burnt fish, as it caught fire. It was new and it intrigued her, but she did not move from her spot for she did not want to interrupt. She wandered if this would make it seem like she was a stalker. She rolled her shoulders back at the thought, agreeing slightly.

Well... she smiled, I will get up and leave. no harm done. However, what the man did next frightened her. Shouting? Sudden movements? She covered her head, her mind suddenly invading upon her as the shout seemed to echo. She gave a shrill sort of cry as one does when they barely dodge an object. Her wings instinctively flipped outward as the man ran around his campfire and then... lept into... space? She could not understand what she saw, but she drew her arms down, her mind working again. She stood, knowing that like a frightened cat she might only scare him off more.

She walked so that the light of the campfire made her shimmer slightly, like a thin aura that eclipsed her. She smiled at the idea of trying to ever be so stealthy, but it was somewhat ethereal, and very faded, almost like the air around her was not there. She rose a hand to her neck in some shame. "I did not mean to frighten, and I am no child to play pranks, not that you would believe a Sylph, I'm sure." Elija smiled and curtsied to the solitary madam upon her bough. "Pardon for the intrusion and excitement, mi'lady." Elija might wait for her cue to leave as so she would not disturb anyone, but stayed in place somewhat entranced by the woman. She blinked slowly, smiled, and then kneeled so that if asked to leave she could do so quickly.

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Her Mind Wanders
"She Speaks"
She Acts.

OOC: Pardon for Delay. I had finals.

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