Tea and Sympathy
Who: Azkadellia and Gabriel
What: A sly welcome home, and...Tea!
When: February 3rd, 12 pm
Where: Green Tea Room
Surely the last two days should have been more relaxing and comforting than the week of nearly non stop movement, training and learning in IX. Yet, somehow, covering the long distance between the faraway Queendom and the Palace in just over a half day on horseback should have been more taxing than the events since she had returned. Sliding back into Jeb's arms had been one of the few truly comforting parts since she had returned, although she had been greeted warmly by Cain at the gate, and her guards certainly had seemed glad to have her back. No doubt her mother would have too, if not for the news that had been waiting to have been delivered to the Princess the day after her arrival.
Shocked and going from the meeting with her mother, the Queen of Ix, Kieran and Little Mouse to locking herself in the Royal Library for the majority of the day, it had only gone downhill from there. Az had used powerful magic, and she had to admit in her now clearer state that it could have been a very foolish decision. If her distraction had stretched itself to crack open her concentration on the spell, she could have ended a good deal worse off than merely passing on the edge of fainting at the spell's completion. Throw in a sledghammer of a nightmare disrupting her sleep, and she was exhausted.
Tea had sounded lovely, and Gabe had immediately come to mind at the thought. While her caffeine intake was still being cut off, as it seems either Marion or Ava had a friendship with Rachel in the kitchens, the small amount of tea she had brought home specifically for her best friend fit the bill perfectly. Especially as this 'milk tea' was unlike the kind the Palace normally stocked, and an oddly (but not unpleasantly) spiced blend.
Johnson loomed, naturally, just inside the door, while her other guards were posted outside. Even if Az had any need for secrets, the men who protected her had sworn not only to protect her with everything they had, but not to speak a word to any others on anything she discussed. Of course, Az being Az, she had little problem with repeating most of the information she spoke in confidence to a handful of others. Privacy was a novel idea, and not one she was anywhere near used to.
Catching her thoughts wandering into odd territory, Az looked up at a nearby timepiece, wondering if she had written down the time on the note to Gabe wrong.
What: A sly welcome home, and...Tea!
When: February 3rd, 12 pm
Where: Green Tea Room
Surely the last two days should have been more relaxing and comforting than the week of nearly non stop movement, training and learning in IX. Yet, somehow, covering the long distance between the faraway Queendom and the Palace in just over a half day on horseback should have been more taxing than the events since she had returned. Sliding back into Jeb's arms had been one of the few truly comforting parts since she had returned, although she had been greeted warmly by Cain at the gate, and her guards certainly had seemed glad to have her back. No doubt her mother would have too, if not for the news that had been waiting to have been delivered to the Princess the day after her arrival.
Shocked and going from the meeting with her mother, the Queen of Ix, Kieran and Little Mouse to locking herself in the Royal Library for the majority of the day, it had only gone downhill from there. Az had used powerful magic, and she had to admit in her now clearer state that it could have been a very foolish decision. If her distraction had stretched itself to crack open her concentration on the spell, she could have ended a good deal worse off than merely passing on the edge of fainting at the spell's completion. Throw in a sledghammer of a nightmare disrupting her sleep, and she was exhausted.
Tea had sounded lovely, and Gabe had immediately come to mind at the thought. While her caffeine intake was still being cut off, as it seems either Marion or Ava had a friendship with Rachel in the kitchens, the small amount of tea she had brought home specifically for her best friend fit the bill perfectly. Especially as this 'milk tea' was unlike the kind the Palace normally stocked, and an oddly (but not unpleasantly) spiced blend.
Johnson loomed, naturally, just inside the door, while her other guards were posted outside. Even if Az had any need for secrets, the men who protected her had sworn not only to protect her with everything they had, but not to speak a word to any others on anything she discussed. Of course, Az being Az, she had little problem with repeating most of the information she spoke in confidence to a handful of others. Privacy was a novel idea, and not one she was anywhere near used to.
Catching her thoughts wandering into odd territory, Az looked up at a nearby timepiece, wondering if she had written down the time on the note to Gabe wrong.