[for giles] - with the rains come reflection

[karmic_darwin]

In the beginning there was discovery. A confusion of elements. The first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces, made familiar. New nightmares, to challenge sleep. New friends, to feel safe with. Only then comes control. The need to impose order unto chaos, through determination through study, through struggle.

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[steedtoherpeel]

He was determined to re-work all the exploration that everyone had done before him. It wasn't that he didn't trust their work... all right, it was that he didn't trust anyone's work. Most of the people he'd met so far didn't leave him with an abundance of faith in their ability to research.

So he was pacing out the island as best as he could, tracing up paths and crossing in between, keeping careful track of his steps as he went.

He'd shed the coat, rolled up his sleeves, but other than that he was exactly as he'd arrived; flask in one pocket, notepad and pen in one hand, taking a few notes as he went.

The smell of the tea drew him towards a particular hut; he nodded in greeting as he approached. Reading and tea - this man looked like an oasis of sanity. "Good day."

[karmic_darwin]

At the sound of an unfamiliar but decidedly British voice hailing him 'good day', Mohinder glanced up from the novel.

"To you also." He offered a pleasant nod, even while noting he didn't recognize the other at all. While not impossible Mohinder had simply overlooked him, he thought it unlikely. The man had a distinguished air about him that immediately appealed. "Have you only recently arrived or merely conceived a new project that brings you this direction?"

[steedtoherpeel]

"Recently arrived." He tucked his notepad under his arm, pen tidly clipped at the bottom as he moved closer. "But I've immediately taken up a project, so I suppose both are true. Rupert Giles," he offered his hand when he'd gotten close enough.

"I hope you'll pardon the intrusion, but I can smell a pot of tea at a hundred paces."

[karmic_darwin]

"Welcome to Tabula Rasa, then." One thing the bookshelf had not seen fit to supply was a bookmark, however he'd folded a sheet of notepaper to use for the purpose, and now slipped it between the pages to close the novel and set it aside.

With small smile for Rupert Giles's jumping in with both feet, he stood to take the offered hand. "Dr. Mohinder Suresh. It's a pleasure. And while I might rue being interrupted mid-book --" His smile deepened fractionally, eyes warming to match the accent rolling over his words. "Company is not unwelcome." Gesturing to the chair beside him, Mohinder continued, "Will you take some tea? I warn you it is sorely lacking in cardamom, but otherwise is a fair match for my mother's masala chai, down to the milk and honey."