Closed [The Bean] Bonding Over Beverages (Abandoned)

[Kayuqtuq Snowsong]

Timestamp: Summer 61

Kayuqtuq pushed the door of the coffee shop open, the metal knob sticking to her hand with sweat. She was homesick, her eyes the colour of ice. Wrapped in her heavy cloak, and her necklace and lute, she yearned for the cold of Avanthal. She imagined her fingers numb, her foggy breath, snow crunching under her feet. And so she went to the Bean. In reality, Kayuqtuq felt like she was about to explode. She probably was.
She moved towards the counter. Inside, it was empty. No one wanted coffee on a hot day. Kayuqtuq did. Well, she wanted tea. The man at the counter pointed at a sign that said 'Coffee or tea?' She clutched at her ever-present necklace as her eyes became milky yellow once again. "Tea. Rugberry, if you have it." She sighed as she recalled her childhood favorite. The man nodded. "5 silver Mizas." She handed over the coins and sat down with her cup of tea.
Her eyes became contented orange as the herbal, fruity flavors of the tea sunk into her mouth. The warm tea burnt her tongue, but she didn't care. She was back in Avanthal. It's petching hot! She shivered in the warm, drafty building. The tea made her even warmer. But she didn't care. Her once again ice blue eyes showed that. The tea brought her home. Back to Avanthal. Home.

[Ericka Al'Mandrikan]

Esmour's footsteps seemed about to split the wood floor of the Bean open. The moose Kelvic's feet pounded on the ground in such a way that the few people inside turned to look at the tall figure. Esmour was there to satisfy his serious addiction to coffee. In Avanthal, he had spent much of his parent's money on coffee. He would then dump any sweetener he could find into the coffee. So here be was, at the Bean. And then he saw her. Only one person, other than the person at the counter, was there. It was a short, dark-haired Vantha girl. She was beautiful. A girl that felt special. The moment Esmour saw her, he felt a pressure willing them together. He felt an invisible rope form around his heart. His feet moved towards her, a tender feeling of, well, loyalty and love, willing it. He pulled at the force, and dragged his feet in the direction of the counter.
"I would like a cup of normal coffee." The man at the counter poured a cup, and held out his hand for money. Esmour dropped a few coins in it, and grabbed the cup. He couldn't hold the feeling now. He ran towards the girl, sat down next to her, and embraced the feeling. He knew it was a bond.
The girl's ever-changing eyes looked at Esmour, and he fought the urge to kiss her. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her bright orange eyes made his deep brown feel like nothing. Her black, silky hair made his scruffy brown seem like a joke. Her creamy oak-coloured skin made his olive not matter. She wore simple clothes, something he admired. And around her neck was a necklace, bearing a fox on it. She cared about animals. He was in love. So he spoke.
"I'm Esmour Sparrow. Who are you, bondmate?" He whispered the words, cradling them on his tongue. He took a sip of coffee. The exhilarating feeling swept through him and he drank the rest of the glass quickly, savoring the exotic flavour. He tasted it with the mouth of a cook, checking for mistakes. It was all good. Woken up by the coffee, he went crazy. Like usual. "I'm a moooooooooose! A moose who cooks! A moose chef! I like coooooooookies!!!!! His mind had three things on it: the girl, cookies, and coffee. So he shook his arms around in a hyper way, as he waited for a response.

[Kayuqtuq Snowsong]

The soothing scent of the tea lulled Kayuqtuq to a dreamy state. She sipped it, thinking wearily of Avanthal and the memories she had there. I bet mother and father are looking up at Morwen's Lights and thinking of me. I bet Aklaq and Amaruq, wherever they are, are too. She smiled thinking of the her two brothers. Kayuqtuq continued sipping her tea. Then she felt it.
The pulling feeling, same as she had with Avena, embraced her once more. She was bonded again. Grief and horror, mixed with elation, took her head. A bondmate..... no. It can't be! Her mind was torn, half of her accepting the feeling, no, encouraging it. The other half was consumed by pain and suffering and longing for Avena. The emotions consumed her until she looked up. The only person it could possibly be was a young man, olive-skinned, his hair in his eyes. She shivered. Kayuqtuq went back to sipping her tea, knowing he would come to her. And he did. His name was Esmour Sparrow. "I am Kayuqtuq Snowsong." She grimaced, realizing she had said it in Vani, and repeated it in Common for Esmour. It was when he drank the coffee that Kayuqtuq learned more.
He was a moose. Like Avena. The thought made her blood run cold. Like Avena. He cooked. And apparently he liked cookies. He seemed rather.... eccentric . "Well, Esmour, why don't go we to my home? Need know more you about. Bondmates we are." It chilled her to think of them as bondmates. But bondmates they were, and bondmates had to protect each other.

[Ericka Al'Mandrikan]

Through the chaos of Esmour's hyper mind, he heard the young Vantha, Kayuqtuq, introduce herself in Vani. He made out just a few words. She seemed to sense it, and switched to Common. She seemed quite shaky with the language, saying each word in an unsure way. After introducing herself, she spoke again. "Well, Esmour, why don't we go to my home? Need know you more about. Bondmates we are." Esmour was delighted by her invitation. "Sure! I would love to go to your house!" He said enthusiastically. "I speak Vani too! Well, I'm not very good at it, but we can help each other out!" He took a loud, giant swig of his coffee, finishing it, and got up and walked to the door. "Come on! Where's your house? Let's goooooooooooo!" He jumped in the air, still hyper. "I can show you me as a moose! And I can cook us a snack! And.... and you can play something on that thingy-ma-bob of yours!"

[Kayuqtuq Snowsong]

Kayuqtuq grinned, her eyes an amused red-orange. And I thought I was immature and childish! Esmour seemed very.... hyper. "Sure! I would love to go to your house." He said. "Good. Follow me." She grabbed his hand, and steered him towards the door. He continued babbling in a crazy way, but revealed that he spoke a little Vani. "That good. I hate Common having to speak." He went on about how excited he was and how he could cook for her. "It called a lute." She corrected him. He took a last swig of his drink.

As she dragged him towards the door, she tried to engage in conversation. "What do you do besides cook and be a moose?"