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 Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 4:20 pm
Yiro was surprised to hear music play when she approached the grey table, the very sound of ambiance filling her with a strong sense of nostalgia. The soft voices, the chiming bells. How odd.
Not as odd as the solid substance falling from the sky, however. What was that? The sound it made as she stepped through it was strangely satisfying. A gift from the goddess, she supposed.
Ah. Would you look at that? Two jars on the table. The silhouette looked from one to the other, confused as to which she should take.
The pink jar was looking surprisingly tempting today. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the only thing she remembered (and quickly forgot) were terrible figments of her past. Yiro just chalked it up to a matter of one or the other.
Drink me? Okay. Sure. Without questioning, she drank the strange concoction as quickly and thoroughly as possible.
And the results were spectacular. When the jar was empty, it dropped to the snow at her side. She felt... So strange. So warm and happy. Yiro liked this feeling, and was glad that she chose the pink bottle.
Huh, the table was spinning. Fancy that. Treats? Yes. There were treats that folded out along with the cloth. It may or may not have made her giggle.
So, cake or cookie? Admittedly, Yiro couldn't remember ever having a strong sweet tooth, so she went with the less decadent option. The cookie would do just fine. It was sweet, but not overwhelmingly so, and she took joy in finishing every last crumb. It did, however, make her parched.
And since pink hadn't failed her yet, pink was the teacup color she chose.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 4:48 pm
It had been a quiet evening, where nothing spectacular was expected or planned. Riyo stood there, ironing her clothes when a soft rap emanated from her door. She had been surprised to find a close friend standing there, looking as if someone had just kicked a puppy in front of her.
Awkward conversations about breakups and recovery were exchanged, the cat ghoul not really knowing how to fully comfort her friend other than giving the same blunt, to the point advice as usual. Her formerly winged friend, however, wanted nothing more than the company she offered, as brief and unsatisfying as Riyo considered it.
Until an idea slid across the table. Literally. A book was thrown out and, her companion having a lack of love for reading that Riyo proclaimed, she tossed out the awkward suggestion that she might read it to her. Like a child, almost.
The two gathered together on her bed and curled up, her friend hauling a carton of ice scream under the canopy. What started out as a begrudged offer in an effort to show compassion turned into a bewildering experience. Eat Prey Love. The story of rediscovering who you were through an amazing journey. Both ghouls were able to relate with some aspects, and it left the two dreamy eyed (and sleepy eyed) when the book closed.
They discussed travel together. The dream that, after graduation they could go on the same journey of self discovery. To eat good food and truly understand the concept of being, but it wasn't until her valkyrie friend requested an impromptu sleepover that the strong feelings truly came about.
Her arms wrapped around the feline's waist, pulling her into a sleepy embrace. Though she was shocked at first, the closeness lulled her into a satisfying realization that, with complete certainty, she had finally managed to aid her friend when she truly needed it. Riyo would never admit just how happy she was that Hel had found her. That Hel had fought for her. That Hel had proven to her not all creatures were snakes waiting to strike when your back was turned. But more importantly, Riyo would never admit that above anything else, she cherished all the moments they shared, even when they were fighting.
And with those thoughts, she finally drifted off to sleep.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 5:39 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Sea Foam Green Description: Heart warming, happy, comfortable Your commentary on its flavour: Perhaps it was the closeness that the two in this memory shared that brought a tinge of jealousy. The closeness of a friend. Not to say she did not have friends, but perhaps there had been some distance put between them. The one's ability to comfort the other showed deep caring even if she was a bit blunt. She didn't hold anything back when it came to her opinion and thoughts, which true good friends never did. They were always honest and open. The connection and bond in these two were strong. Perhaps stronger than they both even realized. It was a good thing though. Having these bonds. Its what made and shaped everyone's day to day lives. The support that got everyone through the day.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 6:25 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Light Green Description: Friendship gives this blend a sweet flavour, with kindness adding a extra boost, and a dash of creamy trust to finish it off. Your commentary on its flavour: It was a fun thing to watch, the cat ghoul and her friend getting along together so well. Ruse smiled as she read the other a book, complete with ice cream. They both seemed so happily together, and the shadow was glad to see Riyo could help out hel when she needed it.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 11:14 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Pale Green Description: Friendship, kindness, support Your commentary on its flavour: This memory took her back to the sweetness of memories before. The simple pleasures one can find in the company of a friend. It was warming to watch, how the two interacted, and it left Sheenah with a warm, fuzzy feeling as she set the cup down and moved on to another.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:26 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Sea Foam Green Description: Uncertainty, Bonding, Discovery, Trust, Friendship, Love Your commentary on its flavour: Shaw wasn't sure if he was ready to try another tea again - or ever, but he steeled himself, picking up the delicate little cup and giving it an uncertain sip. Moments passed. He smiled, and only partly in relief. The friendship the owner of the memory and the other young woman held was so real, honest - it was touching. The trust there was palpable, as was a tinge of youthful inexperience that lent it a sort of innocence, making it all the more cherished. It was such a simple, fragile thing. Friendship. He took another sip. Underneath it all was a kind of love, chaste and uncomplicated. Sisterly. He felt centered again, he felt well, and he carried that memory inside him like a little light, to chase away the darker recollections.
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