79th of Summer, 508AV
Name timeline
Name timeline
She never actually got the lessons. Her mother did though, and the young teenager was well into her thirteenth year on Mizahar when she realized she was never going to get the lessons. She could read her mother’s notes, and not really understand them. The adults were pretty confident in her ignorance on the matter, despite her burning curiosity… and they would be correct. She could practice glyphs that didn’t work, but there was a slim chance in Hai that her mother would sign her up for Alchemy classes at the Tower, even if she could manage to qualify.
Instead the thirteen year old had dedicated herself to her lessons at the Academy. R’yse would only pay for one lesson per season, and encouraged the child to help neighbors for pay in her free time. But Leavou had fallen in love with the written word now, and she was enticed by the idea of calligraphy, which Priya encouraged her to break into. If she could learn calligraphy and painting, she may be able to help create signs or work for the Gazette, both would be very good jobs to settle into and start a family. At least that is the rhetoric that the two Konti women in her life were pumping into her. But that idea did not appeal to Leavou as much. Sure she was boy-crazy, and definitely girl-crazy, but she had no intention of birthing children. It sounded awful.
”Leeeeeaaaaaaa.” R’yse groaned from her room in the cottage and Leavou poked her head into her mother’s door to see what the odd call was for. She did not have nicknames. Some other children her age had tried to call her Lea, but Leavou refused the name at insult to her mother, which it was. Now her mother was using the name, which snagged her attention and curiosity. ”Pour me some tea dear.” R’yse requested as soon as Leavou’s black curtain of hair was visible in her room.
Leavou didn’t answer but turned out and back into the kitchen, immediately putting a fresh log into the stove and setting a bundle of tinder on top of it. Once she got the fire lit and the kettle going, she reviewed the tea and herbs in their pantry. Her mother was not coughing; she didn’t have a sore throat. It was probably migraines, or perhaps just her joints were sore. Dread was seeping into Leavou’s chest as she realized that the migraine was significantly more likely.
The Konti that raised her was relatively young for a Konti. She was a spry one-hundred-and-ten years old, on the young side of middle aged for her race. But she had always been very healthy, and so the sudden onslaught of migraines was unusual. Leavou would have liked to been a snotty rebellious teenager, but her mother was like her best friend, and seeing the Konti in pain so often was beginning to make her worry.
She let her hand hover by the kettle to test how hot it was before turning back to the cabinet and pulling a jar of dried ginger strips out. She placed one in the mug, and then pulled out some white tea for flavor, scooping it into the tea strainer and adding dried chamomile and willow bark. It was her mother’s favorite sleeping concoction. Well, excluding the ginger, R’yse was not a fan of ginger tea. Still, Leavou was making an executive decision to add it in. She knew it was good for digestion things, and she could only assume that if R’yse was having another migraine, she wasn’t eating properly either. Once the strainer was prepared and resting inside of the mug, Leavou turned back to the kettle watching it carefully for steam before it started screaming. She didn’t want to stress her mother with the noise, but she also knew that the less hot the water was, the better the chamomile and white tea would steep.