Who

Xanthee, Nasrin

What

Being in the Tea Room inspires some decisions.

When

It is the eighty-fifth day of Summer and 120 degrees. Overnight, the temperatures plummet to a reasonable heat. Sand coats everything.

Where

Tea Room

OOC Date 27 Mar 2018 04:00

 

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"I'm going to motion an idea, and you have all rights to refuse it of course…"


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Tea Room

This shop is easy to miss from the street. It bears the same striped awning that most shops have, this one in shades of lilac and sand, but it has no sign save for a plaque of sandstone hung beside the door, on which a teacup has been carved. When open, the heavy curtain that covers the doorway is pulled aside to allow entry. After stepping through, one will find themselves in a tiny space decorated with classic desert touches.

The walls are whitewashed to increase the sense of light within but the floor is tiled in hues of blue and green, with each tile bearing in its center a brilliant red lotus. There are only five small tables, all of them of dark, heavily carved wood set low to the ground. To sit at one requires reclining on the plethora of pillows and cushions and layered rugs provided for that purpose; each seat is provided with a carved wooden back-prop to rest the pillows against, for those who want spinal support. Tea is served from the service at the rear of the room, where a tiny smokeless hearth keeps water heated, and a row of trays are kept loaded with teapots, tiny cups, and containers for sweetener. There is a small selection of fruits, breads and cheeses also available for those looking for a snack but this is not a place for heavy meals.


Finally back in the fray, Xanthee is hard at work in the Tea Room. The last of her customers from a rush is just departing as she waves them off with a cheerful, "Have a great evening!" before turning back to see the mess on several of the table as she sighs heavily before she grabs a tray and starts to pile the dirty dishes high on it, softly humming a cheery tune under her breath as she moves around the small space.

Mid-Turn is a furnace without much of a working regulator. As the air outdoors shimmers, glassy, Nasrin enters under the Tea Room's silver bell. Its chime is a reminder of memories stored in this spot. An ivory robe trimmed in cobalt drapes sleekly around the young woman as she slips into a recently departed table. Xanthee, or someone, has already swiped its surface clean, moisture still evaporating. The temperature change is refreshing, as is the scent of mandarin peels, and she looks up to watch the girl bustling. "You appear to resume your old activities seamlessly, Xanthee." Nasrin makes first contact with a veiled compliment as her eyebrows lift slightly.

The sound of the bell alerts Xanthee and she lifts her head automatically. Upon seeing the Junior Weyrwoman make her way to a table, she balances the tray in one hand and holds up a slender finger on the other, "I'll be right with you Ma'am. And yeah, after the third time, I've kind of learned to slip in an out of my non-Candidate life easily." she smiles brightly in her direction before she heads over to the dirty dish bin, and dumps the dirty dishes into the water there. Once she wipes her hands down carefully on her apron, she heads back over to Nasrin's table. "Hot enough for you ma'am." she jokes as she smiles down at her. "What can I get you? All our teas are fantastic iced." she adds helpfully.

Nasrin sets her elbows on the table and spreads her fingers out like a blossom to signify she's in no acute rush. While Xanthee's collecting the used dishes on various tables, Nas makes languid glances at what other patrons there are, just to judge their identities if possible. She only recognizes one as a jewelry vendor. Who still has one of her necklaces for repair. Going on four months. She mental notes this and stacks her forearms on the table. "Do you think you'll have a fourth in you?" Perhaps an idle speculation, but she realizes just considerations might still be sore. "You don't have to answer that, it was a poor thought of mine." Staging somewhat of an apology, the junior looks up at Xanthee warmly. "This will sound counterproductive, maybe even half-witted, but I'd like something warm to drink, a black tea with cream please." So she can sweat on the inside too?

"Fourth, fifth… I'm not giving up when I still have many Turns to stand Ma'am." Xanthee replies with a smile plastered on her face, obviously the sting of not impressing has lessened in over a sevenday since the Hatching took place. "Actually, it was almost easier this time, I have my work here to fall back on, my friends and my boyfriend of course, it all softened the blow." But when she realizes that she is rambling she catches herself and nods her head at the weyrwoman's order. "Actually, I have heard that something hot on a hot day can actually help, but I've never tried it myself." She quips before moving over to the tea service to prepare the drink.

Nasrin hasn't a true number for Xanthee's number of Turns, but she can estimate and give a stark nod and pensive smile that, yes, there are yet many opportunities for the young woman. Her torso eases back, core muscles keeping her back from totally touching the wall. In this interim, Nasrin has some moments to think, a favorite pastime. And sometimes an insidious one. She watches the Tea Room server with slow-blinking eyes, a tilted skull. Until finally, the idea of tea largely ignored, "I'm going to motion an idea, and you have all rights to refuse it of course…" One can almost hear the coarse caws of crows in the hangman's tree. "We're currently short staffed in the lower caverns and I have the liberty to take an assistant to me, or recommended one to the Headwoman." You know, the pregnant one. The weyrwoman's permafrost eyes take on Xanthee's as she fishes for a reaction.

It doesn't take long for Xanthee's practised hands to fix the weyrwoman's cup of tea and she's quickly back at her table, delivering the cup on a saucer with a small pitcher of cream next to it. Then Nasrin makes her offer and the girl's emerald eyes blink owlishly in her direction for a long moment as she tilts her head at her as if she isn't quite sure she heard that correctly. Holding her tray to her chest, she just kind of opens and closes her mouth several times before she finally manages to say something. "You want me to be your assistant, ma'am?" Because she needs to be really clear that's what the older woman is asking before she gives her answer one way or the other.

Consigning two glances around the small room, Nasrin's gaze soon enough revisits Xanthee. "It was also in poor taste for me to ask under the roof of you working for someone else, but time makes me careless," with her dominant hand she draws the saucer in closer, slowly pouring cream. "…or Cremla's. But I thought to spare you that dread. Her gout is also flaring up simultaneously with her other… condition. But not to malign the headwoman, she's under a lot of pressure." Ting-ting-tang, Nasrin taps the spoon on the ceramic and takes her first drink of tea. "Temporarily, if you'd like, until Cremla's back on her feet, so to speak. And I don't need an answer today, decisions shouldn't be made rashly when time affords. Mmm, not bad." Praising the tea.

Blushing as Nasrin reminds her that she's currently at work, Xanthee hugs the tray to her chest tighter as she takes in Nasrin's words with thoughtful nods and sidelong glances at the Room's other patrons but finds them mostly involved in their own business and so she drops her voice a little bit, "Poor woman, I can't even imagine what she is going through right now." she says in sympathy of the formidable Igen Headwoman silently glad to stay out of the woman's way. "Yes, I think I should take the time to consider this." Getting a deeply thoughtful look on her face, she finally holds up one finger as if she has a query, "Can you tell me a little bit more about the position and the duties involved?" Because best to have all the facts for her decision.

Nasrin free-ranges her focus through the window open to the outside. "Some of what you did as a candidate minus the running, though, that might come in handy when you overslept and are due in the council chamber in the time it takes to wash your hair." Can't be that's ever happened to her. "A head for numbers and time management, discretion, and neat handwriting is superior to, say, Tierla's glyph-like penmanship." The most senior of Cremla's assistants. "A knack for history is probably pushing it, I haven't been able to sculpt the perfect aide out of clay yet." Nasrin starring in 'Pygmalion of the 12th Pass', TBA. She persists in holding onto the pensive little smile, hastening the drinking of her beverage to get back to tasks. "I can be more thorough later if you wish. The loss of many candidates is both a blessing and a reshuffling of duties."

Xanthee listens carefully to Nasrin's explanation, and it all seems like things that she could handle. So with a shrug of her shoulders she smiles warmly, "I think that I could handle all that, well not so much the knack for history, but I'm a quick learner." She may be a little over-enthusiastic as she hums consideringly. "Give me a couple days to consider? I will have an answer for you soon Ma'am." Then her attention is taken up again with another patron waving her over. "Excuse me please." she says with a dip of her head before wandering over to the other table where she gives them their tally and then takes their marks, giving the correct change before sweeping back over to the goldrider, "Can I get you anything else?"

Nasrin is aware of other paying patrons in need of the server's capacities. "This is just enough, thank you. If the prices haven't changed much, I'll leave an appropriate sum for the tea and your time both." The junior's nearly finished and will soon leave only a vacancy and cushion dent in her wake.

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