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 Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 8:58 pm
Huang shook his head as he drank a large gulp of his tea, mostly to warm himself and wake himself from the caffeine. The restaurant had seeped his tea perfectly, a much more bitter taste than he thought possible but perfectly enough for his system.
"I don't know if i am pleased or not." Huang shrugged as he watched the other, calm and straight, This boy was probably the oldest of his family. "What is it that you do? Are you a guardian?" Huang stared at Zhong curiously as the waiter came over and took their orders. Huang took one more look at the menu before handing it back to the maid and waving her off.
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 5:38 pm
Zhong stared into the warm cup; the liquid provided him no reflection but he still felt calm looking at it, sort of like he was looking deep into another individual and examining them. With a sigh he returned the cup to it's plate and fidgeted for a moment before dropping his hands below the table top.
"I make tea." he replied shortly. He didn't mean to sound offensive, but the Lunarian had never been questioned into what he did for a 'living'. Most of the time people just asked where he worked, not what he did. He wasn't a true sword fighter or protector of anyone, not as far as he was concerned.
Looking up at Huang with a smile he tiled his head and sat silent for a moment."I have been raised my entire life around tea-making,"he noted, "So it's what I choose to do as a living you might say. Though I don't get paid for it."
That was the only part he didn't like, no pay.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 8:08 pm
Huang shifted a bit in his seat. Unsure how respond to his companion sitting with him. He could tell the boy was staring into his tea, an odd habit Huang thought if not for the fact that Huang could stare into space as well, he was constantly alert but every now again, his eyes would get glassy with thought.
He stared at the customers around them and was surprised that business was starting to pick up quickly.
"Ah Then you are a master brewer." Huang half joked, it was such a interesting job choice, if a choice and not forced upon the boy.
And that answered his thought. Zhong was raised around the art of tea making so it was natural that the boy be interested. "Ah Do you enjoy it?" Huang cocked his head. He didn't get paid for his duty to his brother. Money was of no consequence to him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 9:09 am
"If you want to call it that," Zhong laughed, a smile spreading of his face. It felt foreign to him but nice at the same time. Nodding he dismissed the questions rolling through his head and continued the conversation, no point in delaying the answers. "I have been brewing tea since the age of seven; otherwise known as the first time I could reach the sink and the stove in our kitchen.
"Our family opened the business in hopes of achieving a steady income and soon achieved much more. We are one of the most visited Main Street tea shops around but at some consequence. Fame is not the best thing in this day and age. I often find it brings more trouble than good to a land or home.
"I was forced though, as it may be. Choice of career was not up to me, or my sister. We went along with it though and did as we were told. Soon enough I began enjoying the art, inventing and creating new teas out of herbs and leaves I had found. It's nice though, not too much to complain about."
The Lunarian paused and sipped as his tea, enjoying the warm flavor while it lasted."I do," he replied to Huang's question of whether or not he enjoyed it. Zhong found himself enjoying his time in the kitchen more than he dreaded it. Primarily because he didn't spend much time there at all.
"You said you serve your brother?" he asked, pardoning himself of possibly being too intrusive, "How exactly?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 11, 2010 8:28 pm
Huang cocked his head and imagined the scenario that Zhong explain. Like Huang himself, the boy had been raised in his particular technique of work, and like Huang didn't have a choice. At the same time, he could tell how much Zhong enjoyed his work, regardless of not having pay. He envied this man for his simple job and enjoyment gained from it, but he didn't hold it against the other Legionnaire, some we're fortunate to escape the harsher of realities.
He sipped his drink slowly, still listening, pausing mid sip at Zhong's question. He turned his head and sat straight up, setting the cup down and looked thoughtful for a second.
"Yes, I do serve my brother..." Huang paused in his sentence, furrowing his eyebrows together in a internal debate on how much he could tell his new friend. Regardless of them both being Legionnaire's, some of Huang's secrets we're just not up for grabs. "I work as a servant under him, I do daily chores, carry letters, act as a sort of shield and guardian to his well being. As he is the heir to our family name, he must be protected at all cost." Huang frowned deep into his drink as he took another sip, "Among other various things for my brother, i do work for my mother usually as well. Though that is reserved for night time duties."
Huang sipped his drink one more time, debating on more or less information he could share. "I have an older sister, who is actually the oldest of the children who has the same duties as I, though it is for my second older brother. She doesn't have as much as i do, but she has been doing it a lot longer and is more skilled then I at duties."
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:36 am
Zhong had little to reply in response to the other. There was not a lot to say considering their positions in life were similar and yet completely different. Huang seemed to be raised in an atmosphere completely different from Zhong's own. The both of them were similar in the case that they had no choice in their careers. However, Huang stood apart for his lack of control creativity that Zhong had been gifted. He felt bad but the boy did not seem to rebel or oppose the way in which he lived, so he kept his mouth shut and sipped at his drink.
When the bells began ringing overhead the Lunarian stood and dusted the crumbs and flakes off of his lap. The work day was about to start and he would have to be back at the kitchen by that point. Running a stray hand through his hair the Lunarian pushed the hair out of his face and smiled. "I bid it is time for me to say farewell, our tea house should open soon for the morning and if they are caught without someone to make the tea- well that isn't very nice at all," he smirked and shook the hang of the others, "farewell Haung Fu, good tidings be to you and I say adieu in hopes that we will meet again."
He normally was not this friendly but the meal and meeting livened his spirits, especially since he was able to avoid confrontation. As he walked off he paid a waitress for the tab of the meal and headed off down one of the winding streets. Off to work he went.
He hoped that his impression on Haung was a good one, and not one of irritation or illness.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 5:37 pm
Huang nodded his head and got up to bid adieu to the other Lunarian, bowing his head in respect and watched as Zhong disappeared in the path to his shop.
"Ah yes, Farewell Zhong, it was truly a pleasure to meet you." Huang shook the others hand as well before sitting back down to finish his meal, which had been left uneaten during their conversation. He poked at it as he thought of the new "friend" he had made and shrugged, If he saw Zhong again, it would be friendly encounter, much better then a enemy.
Sipping his drink, he rested in the seat he was in and let the minutes pass away, surely today had been a good day indeed
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