Xanthee, Elonoora


Hey, Xan! It's El, your Sister. (half, at least)


It is afternoon of the tenth day of the eleventh month of the twelfth turn of the 12th pass.


Igen Weyr - The Tea Room

OOC Date 01 Jan 2018 06:00



"Well, if your father has another daughter…."


The 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.

Late afternoon is quickly tuning into evening, and the Tea Room is dead. Only a single black-haired waitress works, bussing tables that have just recently been vacated. Xanthee is wearing a long dark green tunic style dress, demure and rather conservative for her job in the Tea Room, an apron tied around her waist as she uses a rag to wipe up spills and crumbs from the tabletops. She is humming a little tune under her breath, passing the time until the next customers.

Communication really isn't this particular family's strong suit, so it should be no surprise that Elonoora didn't really send any advance notice of her trip to Igen. Ha'ze told her that the girl worked in the Tea Room, so to the Tea Room she goes after bribing a rider with a plateful of cookies for the trip. The apprentice tenatively pokes her head into the doorway, and heads to the first (only) employee she can find. "Ummm, excuse me. Do you know where I could find Xanthee? I'm told she works here?" Just ignore that large box the baker is carrying for the moment. That's clearly not important.

As she hears her name, Xanthee turns, her emerald eyes taking in this new arrival, her usual customer service smile plastered on her face. "Well you just found her. What can I do for you?" The box in her hands is regarded with a quirk of her thick black brow, "Is that a delivery?" She asks as she tosses the rag she was using over her shoulder.

Elonoora blinks in surprise as it turns out the very first person she approaches is actually the person she was looking for. What luck. She grins at the question of what is actually in the box. "You could say that. It's for you!" She's just going to thrust the box out to the other girl. "You remember Ha'ze, right?"

Ha'ze! That name causes Xanthee's emerald eye to narrow and start to smolder as the smile evaporates from her face, replaced with a little frown. Her hands cross over her chest, her posture suddenly rather defensive as she once again eyes the girl, but this time with barely hidden suspicion. She makes no move to take whatever this girl is offering till she learns what is going on. "Yes. I remember him." She says, her words coming out icy and she offers no more, watching the older girl expectantly.

Well, Elonoora was just expecting Xanthee to just accept the box, but looks like she isn't. The baker rolls her eyes a bit and instead sets the box down on the nearest table, but doesn't claim a seat for herself. She's just going to remain standing, thanks in case this goes really poorly and she can make a quick get-away, tell Ha'ze she tried and never speak of it again. "You aren't his only daughter, you know?" There could possibly be a little bit of family resemblance between the two girls if you looked hard enough. Both shorter, dark hair, roundish faces. Although those aren't really uncommon characteristics.

Xanthee's eyes narrow again, taking in the knot with Southern colors, showing her as a baking apprentice, so whatever is in the box isn't likely harmful. Her suspicion doesn't subside though even as she scrutinizes the girl's face. "Oh does he? Because he just made his little declaration that he was my father and then just walked away, so really I know very little of the man." Xan returns, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Of course the reason he had walked away because Xan's initial reaction was to laugh in disbelief, but there is no wat that she will bring that up here. "I assume you are one of these daughters then? To do what, butter me up with whatever that is?" She scoffs and then adds under her breath, "What a coward!"

Read the log, he walked away first!

It is really first rule of Baker Craft: Do not poison your customers. Or potential customers. It's hard to stay in business if you kill off everybody who eats your stuff after all. Elonoora snorts as Xanthee reveals that Ha'ze didn't exactly tell her anything. "That sounds like him. Yeah, I am one of those sisters. Well, half-sisters. You have about six of them?" She's a little unsure of the number. It's been a while since she last checked. And Xanthee isn't the only one with a bit of a temper. Elonoora crosses her arms and her eyes narrow at the attack against her cake! "I'm a baker, if you didn't notice. So no, he didn't ask. They don't real cover 'how to introduce yourself to a long-lost sister in harper's classes, so I baked a cake!"

"Sister?" Xanthee is brought up short at that word, emerald eyes blinking owlishly as she suddenly realizes what it means if Ha'ze has other kids. Sisters. Well this is a new and unerving feeling. The enormity of that takes the breath out of Xan and with hand to steady herself she sits down into a nearby chair. "Wow." She says softly. Her eyes get a faraway look as she runs through this revelation in her head, almost as if she is in shock of some sort.

"Well, if your father has another daughter…." Elonoora just shakes her head at that, but she does look a bit concerned at Xanthee's owl impression. "Are you going to be okay? Do you need some water, or some tea?" The tea might actually be easier to get considering their location. "Or I can just leave you with the cake and hop, skip and jump back to Southern." She shrugs. The baker's already got enough family of her own. She's just here as a courtesy really.

"I've never had any siblings." Xanthee says quietly before she shakes her head a little bit to snap herself out of it. "No! Don't go." Her voice is a little pleading now as she bolts back to her feet. "I should be the one offering you tea, after all, it's kinda my job." She says with a bit of a mirthful giggle as the ire she felt for her newly discovered father evaporates…for now. She bustles on over to the tea service and checks on a pot with water warming in it, good, almost boiling. "Please sit. So what's your name? And your from Southern?" Xanthee winces a little bit about that. She knows her name must have been bandied about the rumour mill there after her disgraced Candidacy.

Elonoora laughs a bit at the never having siblings. "Well, you always had siblings. Jaze and I are a bit older than you." Just going to point out the fact there. But since she isn't going to immediately be ran out of here and the other girl seems to be calming down a bit, she does at least take a seat after fiddling some with the pillows. She takes a deep breath before immediately launching into a string of the highlights of her biography. "I'm Elonoora, and no. I was born in Telgar. Spent most of my apprenticeship at Fort, but moved down to Southern a couple months ago. Anything else you want to know?" Oh, and don't think you're off the hook, Xanthee. Just cause Elonoora wasn't there for the prime gossip, she's still working in the kitchens and catching up on all the old news in days when there might not be enough to talk about.

Xanthee nods her head at the baker when she points out the obvious. "Well yeah, I know that. But this is just…" she shakes her head a little bit, incredulous, "I never thought I could have siblings out there somewhere." a rather glaring oversight on Xanthee's part being so focused on finding her father. She continues to bustle around the tea service, pulling out cups, fiddling with loose tea as she listens to Elonoora give the reader's digest version of her life so far. Xanthee with give a relieved sigh when she learns the older girl has only been there a few months, surely her excapades aren't still being talked over there. She heads over to where the baker is seated, putting the platter down on the table as she settles into the pillows across from her. Pouring out the tea into the cups, just the House Black, a nice unassuming blend, pleasant to most palates. "This is amazing. Y-you're my half-sister!" Xanthee is still kind of stuck on that.

Quiet peanut gallery :P

"Shocking? Surprising? Unexpected?" Elonoora can provide a few words to help fill in that blank. She'd be excellent at mad libs. As it is, she'll just sit over her with her hands politely clasped as she watches her 'newest' half-sister make the tea over there. And smiles as she takes the cup offered to her. "It's not really that surprising, you know? Our father apparently couldn't figure out how to make a proper cup of tea himself." The baker gives a wink at that since it'd be no ordinary tea that Ha'ze should probably have mastered after the first couple surprises.

Xanthee snorts at Elonoora's last and giggles a little bit, "Indeed. We actually sell that particular tea right here." she motions to the shelf where the Zingari Red is stored. "My boyfriend takes it regular, I make sure." Ooops, Xanthee overshare. With a little giggle she changes the subject, pushing over the cream and sweetner nodding to the cup of tea she places infront of the baker. "I'm really sorry about earlier. I am still not over the…shock I guess. I've been trying to find him for Turns now really, and well I don't know what he told you, but it didn't go that well."

"There's two teas, you know?" Elonoora is just going to raise her eyebrow a little bit at that. Sure, the other girl works in a sharding Tea Room, but she's going to say it anyway. "Make sure you're taking your's as well unless you want to end up surprising Pa with his first grandchild." Is she suggesting that as a form of revenge? It might end up with a heart attack for sure. She'll continue talking as she adds some cream and probably more sugar than is advisable into the tea. "He told me he told you, and it didn't go well. Thought that if you at least knew you had some sisters, it might make the news a little easier." She shrugs.

Kaisylaith would love to have grandbabies.

Cocking her head to one side, Xanthee smiles knowingly, "Oh I know. They taught us about that tea ages ago in the Lower Caverns. There's no way I want a baby yet. I have plans." She says firmly before sweetening her own tea but passing on the cream. "Yeah, it was not good." Xan says with a sigh, "I've actually been meaning to send him a note and say we should talk about it. I just needed to process." A glance is shot over at the box again, now curious. "So do I get to see what you brought me then?" she asks with a friendly smile for her sister over the rim of her cup as she takes a sip of her tea.

Elonoora thought that would be covered pretty early for any young women living in a Weyr, but it never hurts to double check. Once her tea is now more cream and sugar with a taste of tea, she'll take a sip as she nods. "I mean, it could have gone worse. And you should at least meet Kaisylaith. He's lovely." Even if their father isn't always. As for the box, she positively beams. "Of course you can open it. It's for you, after all!" And she's not going to say what it is right now, but as soon as Xanthee opens it, she'll see that it's a vanilla cake with strawberries and plenty of whipped frosting. Perfect for tea time.

At the mention of their father's bronze, a pang hits Xanthee right in the heart. "That poor dragon. I'm afraid I hurt his feelings. Cause.." Xan can't believe she's actually going to admit this. "He was there, Kaisylaith is his name? When I met Ha'ze for the second time and he revealed he's my dad and I laughed cause I couldn't believe it. I thought he was playing a sick joke at my expense. And the look that poor bronze gave me as he walked away, it was heart-breaking." Her eyes brighten with tears as a faint memory of another dragon who had been dear to her, brown not bronze though. Scrubbing at her eyes with her fists she offers up the weak explanation of, "Darn dust in the air."

"Nooooooo!" Elonoora's jaw drops a little bit cause she can't imagine anyone trying to hurt poor Kaisylaith's heart and she knows how invested the dragon is in his rider's children (read: All the Investment). "I don't care what you tell Pa, but you owe Kai an apology. It wasn't his fault you grew up not knowing who your father was. Trust me. If he had any say in it, you'd have known." And she'll just look at her cup of tea to politely avoid looking at the watery eyed Xanthee. "Yeah… so was there anything else you wanted to know?"

"I know! I feel awful about it. I definitely will apologize." Xanthee says with a groan as she buries her face in her hands. When Elonoora asks her question, she shrugs a little bit, "No but I will definitely let you know if I think of anything. And I sometimes get out to Southern, I source some fruits from there for some of my specials, visit friends, all that. You mind if I look you up sometime? Or if you have a firelizard maybe we could exchange letters?" The hopefullness in Xanthee is a far cry from the spitting ball of sarcasm from earlier. And now Xan can't resist any more and peeks into the box at the Strawberries and whip cream covered cake. An eyebrow quirks up as she decides she will be taking this over to Mal's later on to share. "Wow! That looks amazing! I am sure I will enjoy this. Thank you very much." She smiles warmly at her. A couple customers wander in and settle down at another table. Guess that's Xanthee's break over.

Elonoora reaches out to dare a comforting pat to Xanthee's shoulder as the girl groans. "It's okay. Kai's also pretty forgiving." He just wants to know the kids are alright! Or something. And she nods quickly at the mention of visits to Southern. "I can usually be found in the kitchens, or the kitchens know where to find me." Life of a baker. Especially a baker apprentice trying to work on getting that journeyman's knot. "Unfortunately, I don't have a firelizard. They don't really lay as many eggs around Telgar and Fort." She shrugs. "Maybe I'll find one soon though. Southern has plenty right?" As the customers come in, Elonoora's going to take that as her cue to leave. "Enjoy the cake, Xan." She gives a wave and heads back out the door. Hopefully her rider didn't wander far.

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