67th of Summer, 516 AV
The soft sound of cheerful humming filled the house. Cosimia bustled about, brushing dust off surfaces, setting bowls and cups just so, and listening carefully for the squeal of the teapot.
She had invited a new acquaintance over for mid-day tea earlier that week, and she was rather nervous. She didn't know the woman well at all, but after short conversation and a little time together, she had felt that they could become good friends. The stress of their first meeting would be well worth it, if she had any say in it.
Her hands flitted over the countertop, delicately pressing against the sugar bowl, moving it here and there, feeling comfort in its soft grooves. She was entirely on edge, just waiting for the knock at her brightly colored door.
Any tick now...
The abrupt whistling of the teapot sent Cosimia shooting into the air, her eyes bulging and her hands flailing.
Heart still pounding, she removed the teapot from the fire, placing it lovingly on the table beside the tiny cups and sugar bowl. The smell of the dried mint leaves in the hot water was soothing, and it filled the room with a certain calm. Her muscles relaxed, her nerves settled, and her eyes slowly closed. She took a single, deep breath, then opened her eyes, re-energized. Today would be a good day.
Now, the big decision. Should she make sweets?
OOCOkay, this is looking a little better.
The soft sound of cheerful humming filled the house. Cosimia bustled about, brushing dust off surfaces, setting bowls and cups just so, and listening carefully for the squeal of the teapot.
She had invited a new acquaintance over for mid-day tea earlier that week, and she was rather nervous. She didn't know the woman well at all, but after short conversation and a little time together, she had felt that they could become good friends. The stress of their first meeting would be well worth it, if she had any say in it.
Her hands flitted over the countertop, delicately pressing against the sugar bowl, moving it here and there, feeling comfort in its soft grooves. She was entirely on edge, just waiting for the knock at her brightly colored door.
Any tick now...
The abrupt whistling of the teapot sent Cosimia shooting into the air, her eyes bulging and her hands flailing.
Heart still pounding, she removed the teapot from the fire, placing it lovingly on the table beside the tiny cups and sugar bowl. The smell of the dried mint leaves in the hot water was soothing, and it filled the room with a certain calm. Her muscles relaxed, her nerves settled, and her eyes slowly closed. She took a single, deep breath, then opened her eyes, re-energized. Today would be a good day.
Now, the big decision. Should she make sweets?
OOCOkay, this is looking a little better.