Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Sept 19, 2014 17:57:43 GMT
Meshki (persian word for black) is a very popular cafe for the locals. It is situated near a pond with lots of willow trees and waterfowl. There is outdoor seating as well so patrons can sit near the pond. |
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Feb 13, 2015 5:24:26 GMT
The Meshka was very calm. Classical music flowed softly from the speakers. Only a few patrons were scattered about the place, enjoying treats and drinks and marveling at the beautiful scenery. In the upstairs “loft” area, surrounded by windows and the gorgeous view of the waterfall beyond the enormous windows, there sat a pair: young man and young woman. The male was rather strange to behold, with hair pure white mostly hidden under a fashionable, grey newsboy cap. And his eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses. He was playing with his choice food: a hot fudge and caramel sundae in a tall glass with a cherry on top. He did not seem to be interested in eating it really. He was rolling the cherry around the tip of the top scoop with his silver spoon. He had a strange expression on his face, something that resembled a smile, but whatever he was feeling was not happiness. No, he exuded something else, something that felt as stormy as the outdoors usually was. He kept a good appearance of anything but.
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Post by dawny on Feb 13, 2015 5:36:01 GMT
The young woman sat across the table. Her black hair shot through with purple highlights was styles perfectly into curls down her back. Her chair was pushed back and she leaning forward, her chin propped on her arms, crossed on top of the table. There was a small bowl in front of her that had been licked clean of whatever treat it had held. Over top of it, she was staring at the boy fixedly, stopping only to blink and occasionally look behind him out the open windows or flick her eyes to the side where the staircase from below reached the loft. She was waiting patiently but expectantly for something to happen, or specifically, for her companion to do something.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Feb 13, 2015 5:47:42 GMT
The silver spoon tapped the cherry a little too hard, and the small red globe toppled down the side of the ice cream. It carved a little path in the perfectly formed tiers of vanilla, then came to a rest in the little moat of melted ice cream around the rim of the glass. The young man frowned, twirling the spoon around the top of the sundae but feeling no pressure against the utensil. Only empty air and a lack of resistance. He turned his head to the side, facing the windows and the green scenery beyond, but he could not actually see it. Being sightless had its drawbacks like that. He finally turned his attention to his sundae once more. He carved out a dainty globule and put the bite in his mouth, very carefully drawing the spoon out. He savored his morsel for a moment before swallowing.
“Miss Avelon,” he said, his voice very soft, “do you sense it?”
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Post by dawny on Feb 13, 2015 5:55:13 GMT
Her nose itched. She wrinkled it, but that did nothing to help. He sat up and cricked her neck and twisted around in her chair to stretch her back and looked around the room. She turned back to face her companion and rubbed her nose and narrowed her eyes at her charge’s ice cream. She twisted a finger through her hair and leaned to the side so she could see out the windows and down to the greenery and landscaping below. She shrugged. “I sense a lot of things, sir,” she said finally, in a voice just as quiet as his.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Feb 13, 2015 6:02:00 GMT
The young sir stuck his spoon into the ice cream and twirled it around, breaking up the beautifully crafted tiers of rich, dreamy vanilla into swirled, half-melted mess. “Never mind, then,” he said simply, continuing his destruction of the sundae. It began to turn brown as the caramel and chocolate toppings mixed in with the vanilla, and the cherry too got swallowed up by the white cream. He picked up his spoon, just holding it between two fingers, while the melted mess dripped from the bowl of the spoon in little plops back onto the rest of the sundae. He put the spoon in his mouth and left it there for a moment, just sucking the ice cream off slowly. He finally pulled the spoon out of his mouth and stuck it back in the sundae. “It’s just a dark day today,” he said slowly. “I wonder what sort of storms it will bring.” Which was a very odd thing to say. It was beautiful and light out.
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Post by dawny on Feb 13, 2015 6:17:02 GMT
She was used to the funny way her charge had of being dramatic. He could have simply said that he was apprehensive –or no, not quite apprehensive, but expectant, pensive, waiting. Waiting for his storm. But he didn’t say that. He didn’t need to, in any case. She could tell it by the way he sat and moved and sounded. She was used to it. She watched neutrally as he destroyed the artfully crafted sundae, turning it into a brown puddle. She reached across the table and wiped up a drop of ice cream on the outside of his glass before it could hit the table. She licked the drop off her finger with a flick of her tongue and wiped her finger daintily on a cloth napkin. “It’s always dark for you,” she said lightly, but she didn’t mean it quite as literally as it sounded. She looked out the window. There were a few high, puffy clouds scuttling across the sky and the branches of the bushes outside waved gently in the slight breeze, and it had been quite warm when they came in. “It looks like it’s going to rain,” she said.
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Feb 13, 2015 6:48:39 GMT
His smile grew a little, to one of more amusement than anything. “Just as I said, Miss Avelon: a dark day indeed, hmm?” He took another bite of the ice cream, then left his spoon upright in the glass, sinking slowly into the ice cream. “So, anything for today’s agenda?” he asked. He had been ever so busy as of late. And not just concerning his own city, but others as well. Even other provinces were bringing in strange reports of chaos and untimely death. Some peoples were still rather shaken at the news of the Draeyva’s King’s demise and the call to martial law. So much to do in so little time: he really did have to rely on those around him to help keep him on some kind of schedule.
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Post by dawny on Feb 13, 2015 6:54:28 GMT
She closed her eyes momentarily before flicking them open again. “The reports you requested came in from the library. We need to pick them up, and didn’t you say that you wanted some more books?” She closed her eyes for another moment, flicking through their list of things in her mind. Yes, the library was the closest if they wanted to get right down to work. There were another list of things that had to be attended to once they returned back to the house. “Are you finished turning your ice cream into soup, sir?”
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Niitari
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Post by Niitari on Feb 14, 2015 7:21:12 GMT
With an almost deliberate slowness, he tilted his head down as if to look at the ice cream, then back at her. "I suppose I am," he said. He would have preferred to have the things delivered to him at his home, but going out more often was good for him. At least that's what some people said. Being cooped up indoors with next to no social life to speak of was rather strange, and probably not that good for him. He stood up from his seat and pulled a pair of leather gloves on his hands.
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Post by dawny on Feb 14, 2015 7:29:23 GMT
Trytsya waited until her charge stood up himself. Experience had taught her it didn't do any good to wait around for him. He came when he wanted to come. She pushed her chair and then walked around the table and pushed in his. "I told the librarians to expect us. They'll be glad to see us." That was true only in the loosest sense. She'd arranged for the information to be delivered to the library for her to pick up. She doubted any librarian would actually be happy to see either of them."You needed be so slow," she said pointedly.
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