
The coals smoldered. Emiko kept them so, using what ulun'suti powers she had inherited and the fire manipulation they granted her. She was not strong in the art of magic. Truthfully, she could do little other than warm tea or make the incense burn at the right speed. It was enough. She fought no battles, had no enemies to chase away. She sometimes felt she had more water in her personality than fire, but her ulun'suti elemental alignment disagreed.
Today she didn't wear the garb of a geisha. Today she prepared tea not for a patron, but for a valued friend. She smiled across the fire to the one that was there. It was Bernadette, a companion met through fear but kept through friendship.
"Have you ever had green tea?" she asked Bernadette, thinking that she knew the answer, but asking all the same.