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 Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:21 am
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Brown. Description: Sweet, full of naivete, a puzzling flavor. Notes of longing linger... Your commentary on its flavour: To care for someone. To protect her, to hold her when she was uncomfortable. No, Sarviur couldn't say he'd ever done anything...like that. It was an admirable feeling, though, and it left hope blossoming somewhere in his chest long after the memory had gone. He wanted that, he thought. That innocence, too, perhaps. If only protection was still safety from strangers and sickness; if only strange creatures didn't constantly lurk just around the corner...
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 1:31 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Burnt Gold Description: Burnt marshmallows and honey, strangely enough. It was warm, dimly passionate. Your commentary on its flavour: Igny took tiny sips of the tea, waiting for the memory to settle in. She felt Trebor take charge, felt the pseudo authority he treasured so dearly. She clung to it, trying to hold on to the feeling even after the memory faded. Oh how she wished she could protect others as fiercely as he did with Petra. Oh and Petra- she was beautiful! Igny grew jealous quite quickly of how pretty the girl was. As the girl grew sick, Igny found herself terrified. Oh no! What a horrible thing to befall the girl in the cold like that. She definitely hoped the girl would get better. It was no fun being sick. She didn't get the ball dropping though. That part made no sense. What was so special about a ball dropping? Igny sighed as the memory ended. She was more confused than before. This was an unfair memory.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 2:55 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Golden Brown Description: Touching, sweet, heart warming Your commentary on its flavour: This memory had a small sense of familiarity to it. One that Ralifa could not place on a personal memory that she could remember. She remembered little as of late to say the least. But not so much the memory of the scene, it was the feeling of sibling love that brought a familiar tingle to the back of her spine. She enjoyed watching the children. The older caring for the younger when it seemed she was sick, it showed great maturity in one still so young. Though sometimes maturity in youth such as this tended to lead to slightly negative things in life, but she did not dwell on it. But merely made the observation and smiled warmly at the heart warming scene. She wanted a hug too.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:04 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Brown Description: Innocent, compassionate, protective, loving Your commentary on its flavour:Coyote frowned at the taste, but it was thoughtful, considering. This felt familiar. The protective nature, the need to comfort and take care of. She knew what this felt like because she had taken the same role. No, not taken. Takes. She amended silently. The need to protect, for take care of and comfort, was always there.
This was sweet, simple, and it and it made her smile. The loving bond she had just witnessed was a nice break from the fear and uncertainty that had become their reality.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 9:34 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Golden Brown... Bronze? Description: Sweet. Protective. I hope the little girl is okay... Your commentary on its flavour: As it came to an end Rae brought a hand up to her face. Her fingers were cool, her own face not warm. Had anyone ever looked after her like that? Had she ever had someone that she so strongly felt the need to take care of? Unlike the grey tea that she had sampled before, this was one she might try again. It seemed... Noble, if a tea could be such.
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Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2013 8:48 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Warm brown Description: Caring, watchful, closeness Your commentary on its flavour: Tiletk smiled at the tea, he liked the taste. It was wonderful to have someone you wanted to care for and protect even if it was because of words from a parent. He somehow doubted that the boy needed much coaxing to want to protect others. Then again, who knew? Still the flavors were delightful.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:43 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Golden brown Description: Affection, pride, caring attention Your commentary on its flavour: After all the sorrow and hurt, this tea was a relief. Rojand watched the memory, smiling at the boy's solicitous care for his friend, his obvious and innocent love for her. The worst worry here was that the girl might feel sick. They shared the moment of excitement, and Rojand set the cup down as the memory ended, soothed by how nice that tea had been.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 1:37 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Cinnamon Description: Excited, happy, sweet, hopeful, dedicated, protective, loving. Your commentary on its flavour: With the first drop of tea that touched her tongue came a question, and Simmy was delighted. Could they hear them? She wanted to know too! She could feel the eager excitement with the next sip, and she let it sit on her tongue, waiting for her answer just as he had. But the answer made her sad, if only for a second, and when his worry overwhelmed and took priority over everything else in the memory, all she could do was think about how cute they were. He was holding her hand and she was blushing and she must have felt so strongly about his hand in hers that it warmed her whole body. It was so adorable that she could hardly finish the tea through her smile, admiring how much he wanted to care for her, how much it seemed that she wanted him to. She hoped they still cared about each other, wherever they were. She hoped that someone had cared about her that way once, in spite of all she'd done. It left a lingering sweetness that made her want to hold someone's hand.
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 7:17 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Amber Description: Flickering, the taste sits on your mouth, leaving him wanting more yet knowing he wouldn't like it in vastness. A sweet tea. Too sweet. Sickeningly so. So why did he want more???? Your commentary on its flavour: Why did a ball dropping hold importance. Balls always dropped. At least that's what he's seen. Did balls not drop that often for them? Still, it must have been nice, to see balls drop with someone holding your hand. A child's words were nonsensical.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 2:56 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Burnt Umber. Description: Youth, protectiveness, anxiety, determination. Excitement. Your commentary on its flavour: What were they, to each other? She could taste the tenderness in the memory, feel his desperate need to protect her. It was persistent, and she could see where in the memory that boy’s desire to protect Petra would turn violent if threatened. Territorial, almost? But it was because he’d been made to fear others, been made to believe that if he didn’t watch her like a hawk, terrible things would happen. He would likely believe they were his fault, too, even if he was so young.
Raumias took a moment to feel grateful for him that the memory did not end badly. The new years ball was beautiful, even if she didn’t understand it, and the memory was so full of colours, sound, light-- something so far from what she’d seen and felt here.
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