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[[Akima]]

Akima didn't bother to nod her acknowledgement to his words, because his attention was almost immediately on Leiko once more. She did however, keep his words in mind, though her view about her place as a slave is still unclear to her.

"Thank you." She said, offhandedly for the gifts he had given her. She didn't think that she was invited to the kitchen with them, but she had already eaten earlier that night while she was out. Akima internally shrugged, and turned away back down the hall to find different, less puke-threatening company. She kept her new items from Matasoga close as she parted ways with them.

He smiled. They had very large amounts of honey, most of it raw and used to make Matasoga's meade, just as he liked it. His servants strained out all of the wax, be parts, and refuse before it went to the fermentation process and some of it was maintained for cooking.
"As it happens," he said, steeping into the elevator and retying the string to his finger, as he also liked Little Leiko being teathered to him. "You are one lucky little sprite."
He pressed the button marked "1" in Draconic script and the doors closed as he said "We use lots and lots of lots of honey here, for all sorts of things. Do you prefer raw, or processed?"
The elevator had already reached its destination and he stepped out of the elevator.

Leiko blinked up at him with suprise. "Really?" She asked, attention on only him and not the moving box they just stepped onto. As he tied the string to his finger she took the lose end, holding it but not tying it to herself.
Tilting her head she gave him a confused look. "Processed? Whats that? Honey's hard to get, especially when the bees are watching for you!"
Another thought occured to her as he stepped off the elevator. "What do you make with honey?" She asked him, curious.

"So you get other people to get the honey for you."She tapped his scaled hand. "I didnt think you'd have trouble getting honey yourself, can bees even sting you?" She asked, curious as always.
He could see her mouthing the new word, she hadnt heard fo anyone making a drink with it. "Meade? Is it as yummy as honey?" she stood and started walking alnog his arm as if it was a tightrope. With a giggle she held the twine and dropped, as if bungee jumpnig, except befroe she could reach the strings end she flew back up.

"Ooooh, like my family? We took care of the cherry trees. Big people came and took the cherries when they were big and juicy. They'd bring us stuff we needed if we helped them pick the fruit."
"Meade doesnt sound like a drink alot of people should try..." She sat there and thought for a moment. "Can I try it one day? Not alot, but I wanna know what it tastes like." She asked, curious as to this drink he liked.
Hearing his tone she flitted up and gently petted his cheek, before giving his neck a hug. "It's ok, Ill play with you and then you wont be sad!"

[[I'm so glad Akima isn't around you guys. Anyway, I'm just going to post, I have more time than I thought.]]

[[Akima]]

Akima dropped down from the window, back inside the guild house. She doesn't close the window, but it had already been open in the first place. Akima continues her walk for something to do, maybe find someone to show were where the.... She found that she could name it from her language to their language, and as her mind was beginning to develop that language of Earth, it was harder to remember some of her language's translations. On the though, her mind quite suddenly veered off on an even more depressing thought. She was beginning to lose herself here. This was the only way that she could describe it, and this made her constantly attentive eyes shudder into a moment of blankness. A few minutes later, Akima shook herself out of it. She found her self just outside the roleplaying room, and the scents from the attached kitchen drew her within the room. She didn't understand the appeal that her sense of smell had with this thick aroma, because human food tastes very gross in her opinion. Shewalked around the edge, attempting to keep out of the way from the people inside. When she entered the kitchen, it was busy and a bit cheerful. She was quiet, and resigned herself to a more unnoticeable demeanor as she looked around, examining the food being made and readied for serving, all the while probing minds for the information she needed to recognize everything.

It wasn't until she came to look at a few mugs getting made that someone noticed her. They smiled companionably and offered her a mug filled with the odd liquid. Akima immediately touched her mind to his and found the information. It was meade, and it didn't seem exactly healthly judging by some of the memories of the man. Akim decided to go a head and taste it, and found that it was delicious.

His smile faded, his eyes became wistful and his fingers slowed to a stop.
"Oh, yes," he said, softly. "Very much so."
As he spoke thusly, his order was brought to him. A silver tray carried a clear, plastic bear container that housed the honey, a bottle of meade, a silver chalice and a teaspoon.
"How about I show you to the downstairs, and you can taste these things there," he offered, standing.

He thought to himself that the dear little pixie seemed lighter than air, as he lead her on, through the great hall, on through the adjoining areas and to the grand staircase that lead below. As he lead her down, both physically and emotionally, he wondered if perhaps he shouldn't. This delightful little faerie should perhaps not be burdened with such things. Still, he wanted some kind, sympathetic, female company for the torment that he was about to subject himself to.
He lead her down the stair, to The Room of Recollection, which was really just an aggrandized name given to a room filled with photo albums and memories. He explained to her as he walked.
"When there is a big event in Gaia that effects everyone, or even just everyone in the guild, we often take lots of pictures to remember it, and memorialize the good time," he said as he stepped into a room that smelled very faintly of paste, glues and old paper. Scrapbooks on art desks about and looking at them, even closed, left him feeling a pang of regret so deep that he felt an immediate need to distract himself, so he looked to Leiko and tied the twine gently around her ankle, a small sad smile on his face while he did, before leading her over to the first desk.
They were quite clearly expensive desks, with tiny hydraulic lifts, so there was no need for the unscrewing and screwing of knobs usually require to adjust art desks. With a few clicks and button presses, the inclined surface of the art desk was level.
"Be very careful not to spill, okay dear?" he said gently as he unscrewed the bottle of mead and poured several drops of the sweet brew into the cap of the meade. She should easily enough be able to lift it to her lips. He poured a healthy amount in his chalice, as well.
Cheers," he said, raising the glass, hoping that his little companion might have a similar ritual.