Freesia, Reilan


Reilan and Freesia escape from the bustle of the bazaar.


It is afternoon of the first day of the second month of the first turn of the 12th pass.


The Tea Room

OOC Date



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.

Freesia steps quietly into The Tea Room from the crowded bazaar. She crosses to a table and seats herself neatly, settling into the pillows and adjusting her skirt to fully cover her legs and ankles. When one of the Steen nieces approaches to take her order, Freesia orders without checking the menu. "May I have a Ruathan Oolong, please? It's just what I need for today."

If there's one place that members of the group often referred to as 'streetsnakes' probably won't be found, it's lounging around in the tiny, pillowed, tea-scented shop with the lilac awning. Why then, might the youngest of that bunch brush through the entryway? It may have something to do with the wary and suspicious look he casts back out to the street. Puffing out a long sigh, the teenager moves his way forward in the small space, tugging down the thin cloth veil he uses for protecting his mouth and nose from the sand. It's a short trudge to a table and the pillows placed around it, and he settles there with a hint of surprise at the comfort only to recline back into the softness with a little grin quirking his lips. But then there's a girl…asking for his order no less, and the teen sits upright again with an embarrassed sort of look around. "Oh um..green tea. ..Please."

Freesia slowly unwraps her veil from around her hair and neck and face, setting it down beside her. She smiles in Reilan's direction, offering, "You should try the Jasmine Green Tea. It's very refreshing and slightly sweet." Freesia shakes out her dark brown hair, letting it flow around her. She leans back against the pillows, her legs tucked to one side. "Aren't you the friend of that guy?" She questions, having seen him in passing in the baths and been recommended him by Veresch as "the nice one". And the good looking one.

Another voice! Rei's head gives a bit of a turn, the few small beads in his hair giving quiet clacks of noise before falling still. He looks at Freesia though, curiously eyeing the woman before he shrugs. He doesn't add anything else to the order he makes though, head taking a tilt to the side. "I'm a friend to a few guys..that's not /exactly/ very specific." But then, she's not terribly hard to forget, after the /fit/ Thierry threw at the mere sight of her. A breath is held, mulling something over as he looks her over again, and then puffs it out. "It's Rei."

"I'm Freesia. It's very nice to meet you. I'm sorry about the other day," she apologizes, though the fault is entirely not her own. She gives a helpless shrug of her shoulders and a sheepish smile. "I fear that I've made an enemy….And I don't even know his name! It wasn't intentional. Would you pass along my apologies?" Freesia's tea is brought out and she blows on it to cool it.

Reilan gives a somewhat bewildered look to Freesia, brows furrowing together ever so slightly. "Well I..can, I suppose. Although I was never quite sure what was going on." Except for cases of extreme, violent loathing. And possibly spitting. Thierry's screeching may have caused some spray and foam. He does sigh though, smoothing his hands over the tabletop to give them something to do, although he draws them away again to place them in his lap. "I can't promise he'll listen, of course."

Freesia blows on her tea again, then carefully lifts the cup to her lips. She takes a slow sip, slurping the tea slightly before returning the cup to the table. "So hot!" She murmurs, smiling at the taste. "Well, I made a comment about him and Cha'el and it didn't go over well. The two of them looked so cozy before they went to Rosie's that day, I couldn't restrain myself." She clearly feels bad about Thierry's anger towards her, but there's little one can do about that.

Reilan curls his fingers finally about his own cup, giving the contents a small sip before he tries it out. It's a delicate, wary sort of sip. The kind one makes when trying to get the least amount of possible in a taste…just in case it's bad. However, there is an apparent positive reaction, and Rei takes a larger sip with a little smile. His expression falters when Freesia informs him of the..circumstances of Thierry's anger, and there's a slack look given toward the woman. "..Ah." Well yes, that explains everything quite well. "Yes…that'll do it, alright."

Freesia gives a little sigh of sadness, but she puts a smile on her face and changes the topic. "So Rei, what do you do? Were you born in the Weyr?" She's asking polite niceties, waiting for her tea to become a more moderate temperature. She wraps both hands around the hot mug, bringing it to her lips again, this time taking a longer drink and nodding in satisfaction. She continues sipping her tea, looking Reilan over steadily.

Reilan watches the woman from the corner of his eye for now, sipping at his tea now and again. He might just be more into the liquid than he is with conversation. It's..new! And tasty. Conversation doesn't get /tasty/. "No, I was born here." Here at the Weyr and here at the bazaar are terribly distinct facets of life! "I work with Thierry. ..Or…I did work with him. Now though..well." He shrugs. But there is a name now! A name that..may or may not mean anything without context. "Not so much now that he's been made a guard."

Freesia nods her head at the mention of the guard, making the assumption that 'Thierry' is in fact the guard recruit that she has 'met'. "Thierry." She tests the name, committing it to memory. "I will have to let Veresch know that is his name." The two teenage girls had to describe him to another as the angry guard. Freesia sips her tea until she reaches the bottom of the mug, quickly. "I was born here as well," she comments idly, not pushing further into the details of Reilan's life. She stands, straightening her skirts so they fall neatly. Freesia picks up her scarf, winding it about her head to cover her lower face. "It was nice meeting you."

"She knows." Reilan does offer softly, from behind his tea. There has been /talk/ it seems. But the teen does nod faintly, glancing up again when Freesia moves to stand. "Erm..yes. Good to meet you." Formally, at least!

Freesia speaks with the young attendant about the cost of her drink before heading for the door. No marks are exchanged, so one might assume that Freesia has a standing deal in place. After Freesia departs, the young Steen approaches Reilan and says, "The young woman has paid for your tea, as well. Please enjoy on Freesia."

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