He was home and had taken his final set of exams, his marks had been A's and B's, and he was quite proud of that. He was more glad that the general schooling was done and he could fully focus on his specialized age. It was a path that took patience and diligence, but he was ready for this sort of challenge. Nothing would stop him reaching his goals. Today, bless the gods, was a rest day.

He had a foot dangling off his bed reading the latest scandal magazine, wondering how much was true. It amused him what some people were willing to do to others for attention, though not all of them were in the right, either due to poor education, lack of understanding, pure stubbornness and any other normal number of moral mortal afflictions society a thin mask for a bored and tired and sad populace. What better place to escape than the tabloids? The mismanagement of data was astounding. A soft knock sounded on the door of his abode.


His eyes slid this way and that and he he hid behind a vase just in case it was a sneak thief. They were known to impersonate sales folks, but when no one was home, they would break in and steal valuables. He currently had no valuables, but he was itching for a fight. A break in wouldn't be a good excuse to try and scare the light into whatever shifty fellow shadow dweller dare sully his chambers with their unsavory presence. But alas, no intruder there did come, and he was left stuffed behind the blue glazed vase and the wall. He was too young yet to realize how expensive that vase really was, but his attention returned, then to the door, a knock and then nothing, no second knock, no screeches from his family.

He was utterly fascinated. He couldn't take it anymore. He had been cautious, and now, after an appropriate wait time, he needed to know what exactly was on the other side of that door. He swung it open. Bead danglies made of carnelian rattled as he struck his head out to scout no one there, he looked down to find the box. The box covered in leaves, weird. His family usually ate meals together, so if it was food, it wasn't from them. He looked around again and then retraced back to his room. It was probably a gift from his family, but one would never know until he opened it. He wanted to. Maybe one of his siblings was feeling generous.

He peeled back a leaf, and once he started, he couldn't stop. What he revealed, after many large leaves, was a teapot. He tilted his head a little bit and wonder in confusion, why on earth would someone send him this? Was it? One of those fancy, mythical magic, opposite objects. Most magic did not work like that. Though a few potions were getting pretty good, he poked at it, then took it out of the wrapping to get a proper look at it, ceramic and a vibrant sky blue with a lighter blue handle.

It was elegant, it was dreamy, and likely it was the wrong address, but a teapot was his now. No take backs. These were the small things in life that made it great and interesting. A teapot was the very last thing he had expected. The whole episode delighted him, and he was filled with joy, like when the sun comes out on a very dreary day. What else was he to do now except clean it out and make some tea? He always washed new ceramics as a rule. No one knew what happened to pottery after it was made, where it went or where it was stored, etc. He took the teapot to a base and then scrubbed it out. Made him feel good to scrub though it was not dirty. It was like a handshake, and the teapot was cleaned and ready to go into service.

For many people, making tea was half sweet indulgence and half sacred ritual, peaceful, soothing, invigorating, you name it. Tea. Tea performed it not only that, but their herbs and blend could be customized to suit what was needed in another world there were was teas bitter, more feisty brother coffee, Oba was a connoisseur of both. Gajeel preferred tea, but coffee had started to grow on him. He had to admit the teapot was a fine specimen, and he did his job admirably. He gratefully enjoyed his tea time, and he resolved to find one of the better tea houses in town and pick up some loose leaves so he could see if there was anything else in the or near future. In the end, a silly mistake turned into an unexpected gift.
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