Open [Mhakula Tea House] A Mirror of the Mind

[Ruphy]

OOCNot as great as I hoped it would be for a debut thread, but it would have to suffice. It's my first attempt at a RP, so I hope it isn't too rough. 47th of Winter, 513 A.V. With a steaming teacup of the Sharai Special Blend before her, the warmth permeating through her chilled fingers as she raised it towards her face, Ruphy was content. The aromatic fragrance steaming from the delicate china was so deliciously revitalising, the floral notes of the jasmine and orchid complimented the earthy tone of the oolong tea extremely well, that Ruphy couldn't help but to attempt to sip the freshly brewed beverage. Regretting her decision to sip the tea, she decided that it was still too hot for her to consume, the clear, grey liquid radiated enough heat to warm her entire hand and flush her cheeks, so it was left in its place on the table, resting on the accompanying saucer. It was such a perfect morning to be sitting at the tea house; delicate snowflakes lazily drifted outside the windows in the crisp, morning air as Syna transformed the dark sky into a pastel work of reds and blues. With Syna's appearance, the morbid gray clouds would eventually disappear under the effects of the beloved Goddess' touch, dispelling the poetic effect the snow had on the peaceful garden, but Ruphy didn't mind. She never complained about Syna's decisions, not when she awoke as a mortal, nor when Syna hid behind the clouds, taking away the colour from the sky, and neither would she now. She respected the Goddess as a child would respect their mother, but she also revered her as one would revere a Goddess. It was difficult to accurately word the feeling of deep respect she had for Syna, but Ruphy never did try to label the feeling. Sometimes, words weren't adequate enough for use. Now that the tea wasn't quite as tongue searing as before, Ruphy separated her gaze from the view beyond the window and read the parting message from her parents once more, her nimble fingers claiming the detailed saucer and teacup before raising it to her lips. Quietly sipping on the sweet brew, the sweet taste of jasmine seamlessly melding with the faint nuttiness of the oolong tea, Ruphy couldn't help but sigh. Although the end of the note - well, more accurately a letter - had told her not to cry, and that they were already on their final days when they found her, the ethaefal still felt melancholic. She knew what her kind were called - most called her Ms Ethaefal whenever she went to the Tranquil Port - and that they were untouched by aging, but she couldn't help but feel melancholic from the loss of what little family she had. They had brought her back from the brinks of death, nurtured her, and then taught her what little she knew. She didn't know what to do now that she was alone. Before the memories of her time with the elderly couple could swamp her emotions, Ruphy returned to the problems at present. With efficient movements, Ruphy returned the saucer and teacup to the wooden table, and with nimble fingers she unlaced the mouth of her backpack before flipping it up. Before her were quite a few items that she might have felt like staring at out of nostalgia, but what she needed at the moment was her charcoal. In a bundle of 60 sticks, she easily located the smudgy things and removed a single finger, the width of a flute glass' stem and the length of a teacup saucer, lifted it, and then placed it onto the saucer beside the teacup. As she took her well used notebook from the table and flipped to the first page, Ruphy crossed out "find an apartment through the Cosmos Center" from her to do list. With that task done, she flicked through the frayed thing before finding an empty page. Refilling her teacup with the sweet brew from the matching teapot, the lonely girl proceeded to cover the page with swirls and arcs, hoping that the session would last for as long as the tea did.

[Agnusha]

Mhakula Tea House was not unfamiliar place for the Lethaefal. While in her celestial form she basically have no need of either food or drink, she often visited the tea house in her mortal seeming. If there was something that didnot subside even after her second dawn to Mizahar --beside her devotion to Leth of course-- was her longing for these herbal brewing. Lhavitan tea was far from inferior. As the mountaintop city blessed with sufficient altitude for tea plant to grow. Those herbal drink from Diamond of Kalea has its own pride. Inside the gate of the city, there were few place to enjoy this typical of relaxation, and Mhakula was one of the best.

"Horizon Splendor, please." She murmured to the waiter, "... and any breakfast that suit this weather?"

The waiter nodded and bowed shallow after indicated that she could pick anywhere to sit and took his leave. Early was the day and few people had just began to embrace Syna's glory. And fewer decided to relish a cup of tea in Mhakula. Infact, beside the waiter there were only two people in the room, the first one was herself and one other person. Agnusha walked gracefully toward the serving room, her eyes dances from table to table as she considering where to sit. She glanced around the room and sighed. She regretted these round window did not offer any amazing view, perhaps because tea time usually done by group of people who go there either to had some chitchat or serious talk. To became socially interacted. She wasn't antisocial for sure... but somehow she just felt detached that sometimes it always nice to lurk around by herself. She turned around her head to the right side of the room.

Near the corner of the tea house, a lady Synafal sat there. Agnusha took a brief moment to look upon the Synafal. Her notable glossy horn has the shade of darker green sprouted just behind her ear and --unlike her own horn-- split into two thinner but not less sturdier horns. One ended up above her light brown hair, the other twisted downward. Slight expression darkened her celestial face, smeared her beauty with patterns of melancholy. Lhavit was city of Ethaefal and being stumble upon another Synafal or Lethaefal was not strange indeed. The lady seemed not recognize a stranger looking at her, she reached for her leathery bag and took several thing. Long and greasy bundle --was that a charcoal stick?-- and a writing notes. Her dark eyebrow slightly tilted when she an idea came across her mind. May be it's the time to really get socially interacted?

Her Ethaefalan logic warned her not to disturb the lady in her tranquility, She herself won't tolerate any level of disturbance if their position should be reversed. But still she strode briskly towards the lady and took her risk. No one else would see if thing turns out bad. Blatantly announce her present with a series of tik-tok-ing sound that came from her thick soled boots and smiled, she was already pulled a chair near the lady when she politely asked.

"Mind if I sit here?"

[Ruphy]

Her drawing session was much shorter than she had actually expected; Ruphy had wished for it to have at least lasted until her pot of tea was either cold or empty. Not that she minded the reason that her session was cut short, she enjoyed company immensely, more so over a cup of tea, it was just the suddenness with which her would-be companion appeared, and the ease with which the darkly exotic woman decided to acquaint herself to the Synafal, that surprised her. Although she hadn't actually heard the youthful lady approach, Ruphy did feel the vibrations sent out by her footsteps; the dark skinned woman wasn't heavy footed, nor did she appear heavy, Ruphy was simply accustomed to sensing and "reading" vibrations in replacement of her inability to hear. She vaguely knew that someone was approaching her, from which direction, she wasn't sure, but she could tell they were approaching her. The increasing intensity of the vibrations were indication of that. Either that or they were stomping their feet, but that would make them look absolutely silly. Placing the approach of the stranger aside, maybe it was just a coincidence that their destination had to be in her direction, Ruphy returned to her drawing. It wasn't anything extraordinary, just a border of swirls vaguely resembling vines interlaced with geometric shapes and circular patterns, but it served its purpose as an outlet for the Synafal's thoughts and emotions well. Emotions and thoughts were translated from formless concepts and words and into shapes and lines as her eyes guided her wrist, and the charcoal clasped in her fingers, in its motions. With a few deft flicks from her wrist, a fluid motion from her arm, and a large amount of swirling, punctuated by sudden stops and sharp turns, Ruphy had the beginnings of a swirl border. Then and again, she only did it for the process of creating the swirls and geometric shapes, not for the end result. It was her own form of meditation. Snapped from her trance like state, Ruphy turned away from the notebook, raising her head before she looked towards her left, in the direction of the grating vibrations. The lady that greeted her eyes was prettier than what she had expected, although she wasn't quite sure what she had expected. With relatively rich coloured skin, a brown colour that she had never quite seen before, and luscious waves of glossy black hair framing her beautiful face, the lady was instantly labelled as "pretty" by Ruphy. The sharp angles of her cheekbones gave her a regal, maybe even haughty, look that made the Synafal feel inferior. Maybe she had done something wrong, and the woman was there to tell her what she had done wrong. Noticing the chair that the woman had pulled out (so that was the source of that awful grating), Ruphy glanced from the chair back to the dark beauty's face. Registering the expectant look on her face, Ruphy realised that she had been asked a question, and it probably had to do with sitting on the chair, and jolted into action. Grasping the charcoal once again in her right hand, and flipping to the next page on her notebook, she hastily wrote out a reply to the question she had probably been asked. Please, do sit. Hoping that she had guessed the question correctly, Ruphy gestured to the chair before hastily writing off another note. Would you like some tea? It's rather fragrant, and I had asked for quite a large amount, so it would be perfectly fine for you to have some Hoping she wasn't being overeager to cater to her new companion, nor too pushy about the tea, Ruphy looked at the lady as she waited for an answer.

[Lucias]

Lucias

Walking briskly through the streets, a young man pushed his way through the crowd. His brownish hair had a distinct lightness to it that made it reflect the sun's rays. Of course, it was unkempt just like the rest of his, well, everything. It almost gave him a sort of mad scientist look about him. That is, if he had gray hair. His glasses did help though. They were large, bulky ones with thick lens. The rest of his attire consisted of a worn out lab coat with a white tee underneath and some brown leggings. He wore no shoes as he felt it gave him more mobility as he scurried around town. Pushing his glasses further up the ridge of his nose, he started mumbling to himself the things he still had to accomplish.

"Library, notes, books, food, more notes, money, more food, kitchen utensils..."he continued on and on moving swiftly through traffic. He kept his sharp green eyes on the ground in front of him as he was in deep thought. He had only just come to Lhavit and he needed to finish many things. He clutched a loose pile of papers closer to chest after he bumped into a rather heavy set man, nearly knocking him over. He pondered whether food held more importance than studying or vice versa. While food was a necessity, he didn't have time to gather information on his journey to Lhavit. The information was of utmost importance to him but his growling stomach told him otherwise. The slapping of his bare feet across the cobblestones quickened. He needed nourishment. Maybe he could buy a loaf of bread so he could take it with him to the library, where ever that was. Another task sprung into his mind. He had to find out where the library was hidden in this town. It was really the only reason he journeyed hundreds of miles to reach this place.

'Now, where the hell do they keep the restaurants?' He thought to himself. Lucias took a moment to look up and read the signs on the buildings hoping to find a food store. 'Mhakula Tea House. Maybe this place will carry some stale bread.' The odd looking scientist pushed through the crowds once more in an effort to each the doors of the tea house. Carefully extending one hand so as not to drop his papers, he pushed open the door. It was apparently too heavy for the scientist to open with one hand and caused him to drop things anything. Grumbling to himself, he bent down and snatched up his crumpled papers and notebook. This time he used his rear end to push the door. Thankfully he succeeded on his second attempt and marched into the tea house. Quickly scanning and noting the the females talking at a table together, he made his way over to the counter to order some bread. The waiter appeared to have his hands full with an order already but Lucias didn't seem to notice.

"Excuse me, but can I get an order of bread?" He asked politely. The waiter looked up sighing abruptly and nodded over to a small pyramid of loaves of bread. Dropping two copper mizas on the counter, he grabbed nice ample loaf and quickly exited the building. At least, almost exiting before he realized that he still needed to find out where that darned library was kept. The room was vacant except for the two females he saw earlier and the waiter. The waiter seemed rather flustered so Lucias thought it best to leave him be and gathered up his courage as he dodged some tables and chairs walking towards what looked like two Ethaefals. With his mission at hand, Lucias ambled up to the table they both seemed to be sharing. One of the Ethaefals was holding up a notebook and the other was reading off it. Noticing that the one standing up was as tall as him, both were absolutely stunning. Still rather unfazed, he tapped on the one who was reading the notebook's shoulder to alert her of his presence.

Interrupting their conversation without realizing it, he asked them, "Excuse me ladies but do you happen to know where the Lhavit Library is? I just moved here so I'm a little lost."

[Agnusha]

OOC INFODear Lucias, the setting took place at morning and Agnusha is Daughter of Leth, she transformed into human when the moon's gone. Nobody won't be able to distinguish her from normal human (spesifically Benshira) at that time.


At first she thought the Synafal was ignoring her and it was ridiculously annoying. Well... at least no one was there to see her being refused. The Lady didn't even bother to turn or look. But just a moment before she gave it up, the Synafal tilted her head and caught her present. Gloomy air that darken her face evaporated with blinks of surprise. Flock of golden brown hair framed the evenly sculpted beauty of the Ethaefal. Agnusha recognized that she was barely taller than her -- not including the horn of course. Rich green horn crowned her presence with more stunning appearance that every mortal would gaze in awe. Yet Agnusha could recite a slight expression that darken the beauty in front of her. Only a bit. A panic flashes through her dark blue eyes, yet not a single word was uttered. For a tick both of the Ethaefal was frozen --for Agnusha it was slightly a much longer pause to wait. Then it dawned to her that something must be going terribly wrong for the expression the lady behold was not the one she had anticipated. There was no bothered look. On the contrary the Synafal gave her very strange expression, a good mixture of surprised and confused in edaquate proportion. As if the lady didn't get a clear reason why was she standing with a hand still clinging to a chair next to her. Did she not introduce her self clear enough? Or the lady was so absorbed by her thought that she did not aware someone appearing just beside her?

Too late to reacted when suddenly the lady took the momentum. She snatched her notes and exposed an ornately drawn page which supposed to take her concern for awhile now, before turned into another blank page. Swift as zephyr of Suvan Sea, the lady engraved lines with bold dash before jumped in deep turn of curves. Stain of charcoal black smeared her finger as she puncture the paper to form dots. All of the effort resulted in a sentence contained three words. Dumbfounded by her reaction, a tick or two passed before the Benshira could digested the meaning of the message.

Please do sit

It an answer for her question though delivered in a different form than expected. The way she did however, awaken her curiosity about the lady herself. Was she?... Flashes of thought resonated inside her head rainbowed with many colors of motives that should explained the lady. Agnusha didn't let any of these inner chatter stained her outer expression for she didn't want to raise a feeling of being examined. She took her step instead and sat down gracefully, letting the sturdiness of the chair supported her weight. It was roughly done by the way, she felt a bit heavier in her mortal seeming that even a softest gesture in this state could not be compared even with the most rushy gesture while in her celestial forme. She murmured a silent thank you to the daughter of Syna and gave a wider smile she could muster.

Once again the lady danced her hand and another line of word appeared just beneath the first one. Would you like some tea? It's rather fragrant, and I had asked for quite a large amount, so it would be perfectly fine for you to have some. It was a gentle offer to be offered to a total stranger, particularly to a stranger that was dragging you from your sanctuary of mind. But she can't find any trace of bothered in her eyes... or she just could not see it?

The Benshira swept the table with a glance and carefully moving her right hand towads writing notes as well as the charcoal stick. Her expression was clearly translated with "May I?". But the answer didn't come from the lady, instead it come from very different direction. A tap on her shoulder told announced a presence of other person in the tea house.

"Excuse me ladies but do you happen to know where the Lhavit Library is? I just moved here so I'm a little lost."

Little bit distracted, she gave him a fuzzed look before answering "Oh, you could find Bharani Library in Tenten Peak," She pointed her hand out "The eastern peak from here. Third tier... look for a grand structure guarded by robed Shinya. You'll know when you see it". Although she had not greeted the library before, but it was an icon for the city that almost everybody knew where is it.

Then she returned to the writing notes and simply wrote down her answer to the lady.

Thanks, it is very kind of you. But I am ordering as well, I think it should be coming anytime. My name is Agnusha, it's nice to meet you.

She thought it was polite enough to declare her name without being asked. Too ordinary? But that was the best she could buy anyway. Then she noticed that the man loaded himself with piles of journals and papers. Judging by his appearance and question, she could told he was one of the scholars that trotted their way into Diamond of Kalea.

"It is quite a walk." She told the scholar "May be you could have breakfast first?"

[Ruphy]

OOCPft. I'm going to get my post out of the way. My solo is still beckoning to be written. Watching the lady her scripted question addressed, Ruphy didn't realise that another being had joined the two in the peacefully quiet tea house. Her mismatched eyes were utterly concentrated on the gestures, and movements, of the exotic lady before her, her mind completely forgetting to register any foreign vibrations and images within her peripheral vision. With her eyes following the nimble fingers on the right hand of the stranger, Ruphy recognised the meaning behind the gesture of notebook-charcoal; the woman before her wished to write on her notebook. She had no problem with such a gesture, Ruphy didn't mind that others didn't think she could read the motions of their lips, and made a movement to slide the notebook and its black companion towards the lady. Before she could do any such thing, the lady's attention had shifted to another figure standing beside the two females. Following her gaze, Ruphy found herself staring at a relatively...scholarly man. He wasn't thin, nor as tall as Ruphy in either of her phases, but he had his own notable features. Spectacles were one. She had never seen anyone with spectacles before in Lhavit. She found this fact rather funny, since it had forced her to admit to herself that she was lacking terribly in the compartment of social communication. She wasn't even sure what they did, maybe they improved vision, or were used for, her knowledge of the object merely spanning over its name and its appearance. His hair wasn't particularly an attractive colour, either; they were a colour hard for Ruphy to describe, the closest she could think of was sand that had stayed too long in the company of dirt; but they did a fine job setting off his eyes. Sharp and cunning in its green clarity, Ruphy had to suppress a shudder. Something in her told her that his eyes did not support his appearance of defenceless modesty; the emerald irises hid something sinister which belied his scroll-hugging form. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but her instincts told her to keep away from him. Following the lady's lead as before, Ruphy turned around back to the note, her silken hair shimmering in Syna's glorious rays, and followed the streaks and lines that formed along the not-so-crisp white page of the notebook, the man forgotten for the moment. Reading the completed text, Ruphy gently took back her notebook and the charcoal into her darkly stained fingers. Thanks, it is very kind of you. But I am ordering as well, I think it should be coming anytime. My name is Agnusha, it's nice to meet you. Happy to learn of Agnusha's name, Ruphy eagerly wrote her name down on the same page, her chalk slowly growing blunt with the constant use. Maybe she could use a knife to "carve" the tip into a sharp point later. Deciding that writing her name alone was not courteous of her, the Synafal decided to create a full response. I understand. Enjoy your tea! You may call me Ruphylasei, or Ruphy for short, but it is a mutual pleasure to meet with you. Smiling at Agnusha to reassure her that she didn't mind her rejection, and that she had enjoyed her brief company, Ruphy decided to copy a gesture she had seen some children use. Raising her hand to her head, she playfully saluted the other lady. It was weird, doing the gesture for the first time, but she soon grew to find it fun, her smile widening with honest enjoyment. What an odd change of emotions for such a short span of time. Sliding the notebook once more to Agnusha, Ruphy plucked the teacup from its idle seat, and sipped the now not-so-steamy tea, sighing in content as her previous worries, and the presence of the eery eyed man, were drowned out by the new knowledge she has obtained. Ruphy made a new friend, and her name is Agnusha!

[Agnusha]

The Synafal read her answer with obvious eagerness glittered in her eyes. She didn't bother to hide her smile. Most of Ethaefal she ever met were seldom to show any kind of expression... except melancholy, longing and boredom. But of course she was fine with the lady herself. It was relieving indeed to knew that she was welcomed without any resentment from the Synafal. The lady her self brought a piece of riddle that confused the Benshira. There were so much question to be resolved like why she-- Ah... There were always be questions about everything And she could not hoping that people would wanted to share their secret with everyone. At least not to somebody you barely know that interrupted your morning at a tea house. I think... That's the point of getting socially interacted, no? To be able to understand other people without having them explained them self to you. As the Lady wrote down her words, another presence joined the Eths. Just in time, it was the waiter. He brought Agnusha's orders upon a silver tray adorned with vine-like pattern at the rim. "Horizon Splendor, and your breakfast ma'am" He declared the meals and bowed to her and waited for a tick if there were anything else she need. Pure white ceramic teapot letting out a pleasant steam of fruity concoction, both refreshing and calming. Being not unfamiliar with herbal essences, she could recite some spicy note of ginger and... what was that? Cinnamon? As for the breakfast, she got a kind of salad trapped in a pair of bread. For a moment she doubted that it was a perfect breakfast for these cold day. But she decided to trust the waiter anyway. "Thank you, I think that's all for this moment" The waiter gave her another graceful bow and retreated toward his front desk. Her attention shifted to the lady beside her once again. She had finished her answer and now pushing her notebook slightly toward the Benshira. I understand. Enjoy your tea! You may call me Ruphylasei, or Ruphy for short, but it is a mutual pleasure to meet with you. The Synafal also added an unusual elaborate gesture. Not Lhavitish at all. May be she should ask her where was she came from? That should be quite an eligible topic to discuss, no? The Benshira decided to return her salute before she started to wrote down her curiosity. She raised her right hand and put it at her left side of the chest just above her heart, and bowed shallow. It was not quite Lhavitish as well and also stiffly done because she was sitting on a chair. But she tried to make sure that she was truly glad to know her name. Then she reached her hand toward the charcoal stick once again and started to write. Where are you come from? It seems that you're not coming from around? It was rather a tricky question indeed, if she had more experience with society, she would know that people might elude and gave her the untruth answer instead. But Agnusha did not have any evil intention behind that question, she was just trying to become socially interacted.

[Ruphy]

Watching in fascination as her new friend, a person giving you their name makes them your friend according to Ruphy, returned her "salute" and then followed it with her own gesture, Ruphy couldn't help but feel elated behind her raised teacup. Agnusha hadn't only given Ruphy her name, but she also returned her gesture with one of her own. By returning any signs of courtesy, Ruphy didn't know what the salute was really for nor did she know where the children even learnt it if they didn't invent it, that she had gave Agnusha, the darkly toned woman before her had earned Ruphy's friendship if not respect. Settling the recently emptied tea cup down onto its saucer, a soft clink resounding from the union between the two objects, Ruphy regarded her teapot while Agnusha wrote down a message on her notebook. The Synafal was sure that it was running empty; the last time she filled her teacup, she had to tilt it quite a bit; and so she was quite sad to remember that, she was only meant to stay in the Tea House for as long as the tea lasted before she was on her way. Lifting the teapot from its most recent resting spot on the table, the girl poured half of what was left into her teacup, the warm liquid dancing around the side of the cup before it swirled into the center, where it proceeded to rest. With the teapot now resting on the table, Ruphy returned her attention to Agnusha. Noticing that Agnusha had slid the notebook back to her, Ruphy read what it said. Happy that Agnusha would enquire about where she came from, but quite confused on why she would think that she was not from Lhavit, Ruphy sipped her tea in contemplation. Where did she come from? Ruphy knew that she appeared at the shore one day during autumn, according to her parents, and that she was what were known as Ethaefals. What Ethaefals were, she did not know. It was one of the reasons that she was going to be heading towards the Bharani Library soon. Surely, a place with such vast knowledge would hold answers to what Ethaefals were, other than people with shiny horns and change appearance with the turn of night and day. Opting to answer Agnusha's friendly and inquistive questions by telling her the city she first remember being in, Ruphy replaced her teacup with the charcoal, and then wrote. With deft flicks and smooth rolls from her wrist, Ruphy answered the questions that were imprinted on the page, her smaller writing inscribed beneath that of Agnusha's own. I cannot exactly tell you of my origins, merely that I was found on the shores of the Tranquil Port. I guess you can say I came from Lhavit. Why do you ask? Resting the inky-black stick of burnt wood on the no-longer-quite-white paper, Ruphy slid the notebook once more towards Agnusha, who she had only now realised was with food. She was eager to know the answers to her question, very much so that she had completely forgot to return Agnusha's questions. Ruphy did want to know more about Agnusha, but the tea had taken effect. Thoroughly relaxed, Ruphy forgot to ask many things and take note of others, her usual demeanor diluted with relaxation and a cheer that comes from an unexpectedly pleasant surprise. Finished with her second last cup of tea, Ruphy poured what was left of the tea into her tea cup. Maybe she could drag this one out a little before she needed to leave. It was a pleasant meeting between the two, the tea having been finished earlier than she had expected, and Ruphy wished to see her again later on in the season. Waiting for Agnusha to reply, Ruphy watched as her cup of tea grew lukewarm before going cold, a sigh escaping her lips as her cheer fell once more as she prepared to return to her lonely world.

[Agnusha]

Watched the Synafal poured out her tea, Agnusha decided to do exactly the same. Reached for the ceramic teapot and the mug, she poured the hot concoction carefully. She paid her new friend a short glance, only to found the Synafal to be a bit dumbfounded by her question. Geez... asking other people proved to be somewhat risky. Noted. Ruphy seemed to be absorbed by her thought for a moment, but she took her charcoal stick and wrote down her answer once again. I cannot exactly tell you of my origins, merely that I was found on the shores of the Tranquil Port. I guess you can say I came from Lhavit. Why do you ask? Now it was her turn to be dumbfounded by Ruphy's words. Scratches of the charcoal revealed more things than she had never been expected. Yes, she could be considered Lhavitian since her second dawn took place inside the boundary of Lhavit. But there were something intricate weaved to the words... it indicated that more or less, Ruphy herself didn't even know how could she get ended up there. Could it be? She had just descent not a long time ago? Ah... it past her knowledge unless the Synafal herself demanded to gave her another piece of her mind that was very unlikely. Ruphy had just finished with her tea and Agnusha doubted that their charcoal-based conversation would last longer than several chimes. Now what should she wrote as the answer? Eths usually didn't come from around. At least Eths who I know of. You can call it generalization though. It was quite a lie for she didn't have acquaintance with any Ethaefal other than herself. She knew many, but she can't hope that those many would even know her. They were seldom to banded together for such gathering might brought back memories of past when all of them were dweller of the heaven. A sad fellowship to behold. But Ruphy was strangely seemed to be okay with her as companion. Though she can't imagine what will happen when Ruphy discovered that she was also an Ethaefal... Let's save that for later... She watched the Synafal as she prepared to leave. Gloomy air once again darken the Daughter of Syna. A sigh escaped her lip, and Agnusha took it as a sign of clatter of the Synafal's inner though. She can imagine the confusion and perplexity that Ruphy tried to supress. She was on her position years ago. Alone, with no one to answer her grudges. A tick passed as her own memory turned from the reality into unpleasant flashback of her own past. Once again she reached for the smudgy stick. If you ever need someone to talk to, or someone to accompany. If you ever need anything you could find me at Starry Chalice, or at my cottage... Agnusha added some detailed information about where to find Starry Chalice and her cottage swiftly. Oh yes... a sad fellowship it would be. But somehow she felt that she needed to do this. Strange indeed. But having friends had always been kind of strange things to do for the Lethaefal. But it wasn't that bad -- she could state that in order to refer her friendship with Tian that was going fairly well. Agnusha slid the notebook toward the owner once again and preparing to accept her good bye.

[Ruphy]

Glad, in hindsight, for leaving her fiddle behind in the relative safety of her apartment, Ruphy hoisted her backpack from her neighbouring chair and onto her back. There was always that moment where the Synafal lost her bearings, her balance slightly offset by the weight of her bag which isn't all that heavy, but she regained it with haste and practised ease. Smiling at her new friend with a slightly abashed smile, the girl realised that Agnusha had been writing on the notebook for the past few chimes while she had been submerged in the murky waves of her thoughts, and had just finished writing something before handing it back to her. Her visit to the Tea House had been much more pleasant than she had expected; Ruphy did not have "making friends" in mind when she entered the cozy building, merely that she wanted time to think, and to drink warm, fragrant tea. But now, with a new friend made and an empty tea pot, Ruphy was reluctant to say her farewells. What was written on the notebook made Ruphy warm inside. Not the contents of the page itself, but the sentiments that accompanied the neatly scripted words and instructions on the page. Not had she only told her name to Ruphy, who was previously a stranger, but she had now given to her the address to her cottage and work place, the Starry Chalice. It was a commendable thing to do, giving a stranger such a high level of trust, and so Ruphy felt obliged to return the favour. It wasn't the feeling of obligation that made her return all of the details, however. It was merely Ruphy's interesting, and highly risky, sense of trust, wherein she gives her trust to any, and all, of those who trust her, whether it be in return or initially. I'll make sure to do just that, Agnusha. If you need me in return, I am currently living in the Solar Wind Apartments. Tearing out the page after adding her room number to the near-white paper, Ruphy neatly folded the page and left it beside her friend, leaving the charcoal behind as a small gift of sorts. Smiling as she straightened herself once more from the lean, Ruphy edged away from the table slightly, bowed to Agnusha, and then strode purposefully towards the entrance. The tea house was now slowly rising from its small lull from business, customers passing through the entrance as the Synafal waited for them to free the doorway, and Ruphy was glad for the distraction that the noise provided. Having tasted friendship for the first time, Ruphy was sad to part ways with it, however short the parting was, for all that awaited her now was her lonely bedroom.