Hysteria
09-23-14, 08:37 AM
The air carried the sweet smell of jasmine. It danced across the nose, strumming each sent with its tantalising grasp. Behind the jasmine was the bitter tang of berries, propped up by fresh cinnamon and mint. It was as delightful as it was painful, because no matter how fast the tea store poured and brewed, the constant push of customers ensured a wait.
Talen had arrived about thirty minutes ago, and the tea had only just arrived. Talen was young; at least in image. His body was slim and small, barely thirteen years of age. His skin was ivory in colour, contrasting deeply with his black hair and cloths. Today his face was pensive, not just about the tea that he was concentrating on pouring without spilling, but also on the main reason he had come to this tea house. He was going to meet someone who he hoped would be able to help him with his personal search. That undeniable question we all ask, who am I?
The tea house was full, and the air carried with it the smells of a living and breathing town. Sea, salt, fish, mud, plants and even if you lucky maybe some fresh mountain air. The town was set on the boarder of Akashima and Corone proper. Despite its close ties with its bigger neighbour, it was distinctly of Akashima. Most of its trade came from fishing and rice, with even a little sake production.
Talen's interest was with this Akashima culture. He had been in correspondence with Luned about an ancient text that was rumoured to be held in a shrine high in the mountains between Akashima and Corone. Talen had originally thought of travelling to the shrine alone, but his limited knowledge of languages would have certainly been his downfall. He more than likely would have returned with a soup recipe rather than the answer to his existence. So Luned was the answer. She might not be able to translate the text there and then, but she was his best hope of securing the sacred knowledge. In return the shrine offered its own secrets to the Librarian.
Talen sipped the fresh tea, finally savouring the flavours that danced in the air. It was approaching he time that he and Luned had organised to meet. The pair had not met in person before, though their paths had come close a number of times. Talen thought that she had been suspicious of the boy she had only seen in the Cell, but his eagerness had worn her down.
Talen had arrived about thirty minutes ago, and the tea had only just arrived. Talen was young; at least in image. His body was slim and small, barely thirteen years of age. His skin was ivory in colour, contrasting deeply with his black hair and cloths. Today his face was pensive, not just about the tea that he was concentrating on pouring without spilling, but also on the main reason he had come to this tea house. He was going to meet someone who he hoped would be able to help him with his personal search. That undeniable question we all ask, who am I?
The tea house was full, and the air carried with it the smells of a living and breathing town. Sea, salt, fish, mud, plants and even if you lucky maybe some fresh mountain air. The town was set on the boarder of Akashima and Corone proper. Despite its close ties with its bigger neighbour, it was distinctly of Akashima. Most of its trade came from fishing and rice, with even a little sake production.
Talen's interest was with this Akashima culture. He had been in correspondence with Luned about an ancient text that was rumoured to be held in a shrine high in the mountains between Akashima and Corone. Talen had originally thought of travelling to the shrine alone, but his limited knowledge of languages would have certainly been his downfall. He more than likely would have returned with a soup recipe rather than the answer to his existence. So Luned was the answer. She might not be able to translate the text there and then, but she was his best hope of securing the sacred knowledge. In return the shrine offered its own secrets to the Librarian.
Talen sipped the fresh tea, finally savouring the flavours that danced in the air. It was approaching he time that he and Luned had organised to meet. The pair had not met in person before, though their paths had come close a number of times. Talen thought that she had been suspicious of the boy she had only seen in the Cell, but his eagerness had worn her down.