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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 8:42 pm
Pale, wary eyes watched as the white, fragile flakes drifted slowly from the sky to glitter and glisten on the surface of the table that stood waiting for her. It was actually kind of pretty. So why didn't she have a better feeling about this? Even the Goddess had been vaguely off putting. She was certainly friendly, but there was something about her, about them all, that was beginning to nag at the petite girl. Her trust was diminished, her doubt was ever growing. She was well and truly lost. So why not walk willing into one more unknown task that was surely going to end with some strong emotion linked to a memory that would ripped away from her? Because maybe this time it would be different. She touched the table, fingertips leaving trials in the powdery white, before reaching out towards the pink bottle. The color was familiar, it seemed safe, it exuded happiness.. Her hand stopped just before touching it, fingers curling into a tight fist. She didn't trust it. She didn't trust anything about this, or them. The only thing that had been a constant so far was confusion, uncertainty, and fear. She picked up the blue bottle, read the tag, and drank it down. The effects were instantaneous and expected. Dread washed over her in a wave so strong the bottle slipped from her fingers to bounce in the strange whiteness that covered the ground, rolling beneath the table. a table that began to spin as as her pulse sped. Shutting her eyes provided a momentary reprieve, but a hopeless, foreboding curiosity had her peeking through the shield of her fingers. There was food now, or some poor substitute there of. She stared down at the pathetic spread, and her gaze jumped to the cupcake. To the black tea cup.. 
The smallest had her arm in a cast, there was a sloppy heart scribbled on the bend of her elbow. It read 'Love Sissy' in bright pink. The elder, a thin, twig of a girl, had a bandage on her cheek and a few stitches hidden within the blonde curls of her hair. The girls had come out of the crash relatively unarmed.
There mother had not come out of it at all.
That was why they were here. Standing uncertainly in front of the closed, polished box that they had been told held their mother. They had been told she was sleeping, that she was in a better place, but Peyton at least didn't believe it. She'd remembered the crash. Remembered the deafening wail of her little sister, and the limp, lifeless arm hanging from the body in the front seat.
That was not sleep.
Knowing this, and accepting this, were very different matters. It had been easy to focus on other things while the girl's had been in the hospital. Fear, Pain, unfamiliarity. Uncomfortable distractions that kept the mind away from the harsh and heartbreaking realization that their mother was dead, and they would never see her again.
Now, standing in front of the casket, that knowledge sank in, and with it a hopelessness so incredibly overwhelming it left no room for tears.
Their father was broken, their family was shattered, things would never be the same. Coyote startled, sucking in air that wavered, high and pained, as her hands tightened around the teapot held between them. She was that little girl, that was hr broken family. Her mother was dead.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:07 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Blue Description: sadness, hurt, pain, a rather dark finish. Your commentary on its flavour: She almost cried herself at the feelings that this memory invoked. She had never felt quite so helpless as she did watching this memory. She had wished that she could do something for the family standing in front of the funeral. However, as this had already come to pass she knew that she could not. Still, she was appreciative of the chance to view this. It made her more glad for her own memory and even more appreciative of it as well. This sad memory reminded her that there are times that you cannot do anything, the helpless feeling was something she could enjoy in her own way.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:09 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep blue, almost black Description: Fear, and the sensation of being very small. Notes of confusion. Your commentary on its flavour:This was a feeling he understood. It felt full-bodied and correct, and familiar, and he wished it didn't. But the flavor of helplessness was an old friend, not just from the past several days of his confused, contextless existence, but he knew--instinctively somehow--from the time before. The sensation of an enormous world full of new and terrifying danger, of the unreliability of anything you know, of the inescapable violation of trust. The flavor of being frail.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:15 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Acceptance, Denial. Confusion. Pain. Notes of Trepidition. Your commentary on its flavour: This memory was something that Vaneda felt from her core. A loss deep and a lie that was told to cover its wound it left inside her. She ached. her brain, her mind and her soul until it all became numb. There was a sense of fear....fear of what had happened. How carefully it had all fallen apart on her. She wanted to reach out, to hug. but how could she when she felt the same thing. It hurt...so she left.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:19 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark blue, nearly black Description: Painful, weak, defeating Your commentary on its flavour: Axel winced the second he began to sip at the tea. It was bitter, harsh, but weak like water that had the pith of an orange soaking in it overnight and then removed. Seeing the torn, broken family ripped at his heart, knowing there was nothing that could be done. The person in the box was gone forever, the man and the children would never be the same. It was awful.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:21 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Pain, darkness, and loss. Your commentary on its flavour: This person... this person felt a little like I guess I did? Helpless, unable to change things no matter how hard you try, feeling so lost and so... so powerless. Maybe it was better to forget this, both for this person and for me too... it hurts to remember. Maybe it really is better this way. The Goddess must have meant to help us both, right?
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:26 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue. Description: Sadness, hurt, harshness, and pain. Your commentary on its flavour: The tea reeks of sadness and a sip sends his chest aching at this feeling of lost. It was direct, and sends the messages without any other possibly emotional distraction. So lost, and helpless. Not being able to help, and knowing that someone so dear was gone for good. It was a harsh reality, but it was something that they will have to live with. Life is a frail concept, while death is one that boggles the minds for all eternity.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:30 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark blue. Description: Full of heartache, the pain of loss, and ultimately, a feeling that nothing will ever be the same again. A constant being removed suddenly--and violently. Your commentary on its flavour: Oh, no. This was a memory he hadn't quite been prepared for, and the intensity of the emotion behind it hit him like a punch to the chest. Imuiel bowed his head slightly, watching the memory play out in total silence--interrupting it with any noise or the slightest moment seemed so utterly disrespectful that he couldn't even bring himself to think about doing so, a harsh taboo instilled by respect for the dead. A loved one was gone, and another was shattered. An entire family, battered and damaged, torn apart. It was too much for someone so young to bear, though the siblings in the memory had been shouldered so abruptly with it. This was a feeling that crushed in from all sides, smothering quietly. He didn't want to understand it, but he had to. He set the teacup back down.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 10:38 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Loss. Acknowledgement, but not acceptance. Struggling, uncertainty. Your commentary on its flavour: Oh. That was the only thing Ixy could mouth after she set the cup down, her heart aching. The hopelessness, the fragility of the situation...somehow the feelings felt a little familiar to her, but only hints. Pieces. After all, didn't everyone fall into despair once a while? She felt that she could relate to that, but perhaps not to this extreme... It hurt, that much she could not deny.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:23 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Blue Description: Incredible loss and uncertainty Your commentary on its flavour: When Wyng put the tea down, she was crying uncontrollably. Her mother was missing but the brewer's was gone. Unlike Wyng, she had no hope of ever seeing her mother again. As she put the tea back, she wanted nothing more than to comfort the brewer, whom had suffered a greater loss than she had.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 6:33 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Pain, the familiarity of loss, helplessness, suffering. Your commentary on its flavour: Kin shuddered when he put down the cup, he put it down with a silence that was un-natural. His pale eyes glanced around for the creator of the tea, he still wasn't himself even with that memory of his mostly in tact and the chipper side of him that the ignorance of it had created made him want to find the one this memory belonged to and hold them. But something was holding him back, that memory maybe? No matter, he doubted he could find her anyways. His heart hurt, for the girls loss, for his loss. Death was something you couldn't take away, you couldn't find someone after they died, there was no coming back from that. The entire time he had been standing like a statue as the emotions rolled through him, with a final shudder he walked away, so he wasn't the only one in this place that had gotten the short end of the stick in life.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 5:19 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Blue. Description: Sad, confused, helpless and small. The tea leaves a morose taste in Remye's mouth. Your commentary on its flavour: Remye does not like this memory. The lingering feeling of losing someone, someone so important hurts down to the depths of her heart. She aches for the child in this memory, confused and uncertain but at the same time, painfully aware. She wanted to hug the child, to assure her all was well, but the memory faded before she could do anything except watch. She left the table quickly, trying to leave the memory with it.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:17 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Navy blue Description: Loss, dawning understanding, deep sorrow Your commentary on its flavour: She'd been there, as he hadn't. Rojand shoved the cup away from him with a sharp, pained breath, shaken by a memory so akin to his own, sharing that awful, broken, numbed realization of loss. Worse, maybe, for having been so young, for learning that lesson in the worst possible way. He wiped his hand across his eyes, wiping away tears for her and for himself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:27 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Blue Description: Evokes a sense of frailty followed by painful knowledge and ending in deep sadness so overwhelming as to make one helpless. Your commentary on its flavour: Nerrisa licked her lips and stepped back, she felt the helplessness recede a little and pitied whoever had such a sad memory. She wished she could give the little girls whoever they were a hug and reassure them that someday things would be okay. Yet she knew that some moments changed everything and their mother would never be back. She was as helpless to comfort those girls as they were against the death that had shattered their family. The feeling of helplessness was unpleasant but it made her wonder if she too had memories like this, was she lucky not to have tasted them or did she need to simply face the bad with the good? She turned away and moved for another cup.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 11:36 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Deep Blue Description: Grief, Sadness, Loss, Fear Your commentary on its flavour: The tea was oddly familiar in a heartbreaking sort of way, but Shasa did not want to linger on the flavor. It was harsh and almost brutal to see the hurt in the eyes of the small girls, and Shasa forced a disconnect between herself and the memory before it weighted her down too harshly. She did not like this particular brew despite the fact she'd tasted something similar - this brew did not set well with Shasa, and she immediately set the cup down as soon as she was able.
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