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 Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:08 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Burnt Umber Description: Bloody, painful, desperate. The underdog. Your commentary on its flavour: The memory filled her with pain, and then with anger: waves, and waves of it. Whoever was inside the memory had been desperate, that’s what it felt like, desperate to escape a situation that was helpless. At first, she understood the sensation: the pain, the fighting, and just wanting to fight against something which seemed undefeatable. Something that the odds said she couldn’t and shouldn’t face. But you couldn’t stand by, she couldn’t do nothing. She wanted to fight by this person’s side, defend them, even the odds a little.
But she already loved to fight, so how was that surprising?
When, in the memory, it became apparently that it was his father, Raumias didn’t know how to think. Family? Who would have a child, and then treat them this way? It filled her with anger, disgust, and the bitter taste of vengeance yet to be had.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:41 am
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark gold Description: Sharp, bitter, desperate but fierce. Your commentary on its flavour: This memory to start with made Sheenah wince, but then soon afterwards her anger flared. This was wrong, so very wrong. So of course, there was a grim sense of satisfaction of seeing the one that had been wronged fighting back, and for a moment she felt herself inwardly cheering him on. Though in the end it appeared that he had lost, she hoped that he hadn't given up, and hadn't been subdued completely. She hoped that he had found it in him to continue to fight back, to break free..... She set down the teacup and gave it a long, thoughtful look, lips pursed together, before moving on.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:29 pm
Tea Guest Log Colour of Tea Tasted: Dark Gold Description: Bitter, leaves the mouth dry. There is an aftertaste of... something harsh. Your commentary on its flavour: The first sip had the child furrowing his brows. Confused, as though not quite sure what was happening. The violence of the memory left the little on stunned, reeling, his head full of questions and his heart full of fear and pain. Why had he... Was there no option but submission?
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 5:55 pm
Tea Guest Log  Colour of Tea Tasted: Light brown-ish? Description: Bitter, painful, with a bit of lingering defeat at the end. Your commentary on its flavour: Upon tasting this flavor, Rime couldn't help but feel a small part of their anger and frustration. It seemed as if this wasn't the first time something like this had transpired, though she hoped that it had been the last and the person had been able to break free from such a abusive place.
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