I'm a little teapot ~[OPEN]
Characters: Iroh (myfavoritetea) and.. whoever!
Content: Iroh has arrived at the festival! The first thing he does? look for his nephews Make tea!
Setting: The Hanami Cloud Festival
Time: The third day of the festivities
Warnings: Advice-giving in the form of tea metaphors, possible coercion into playing Pai Sho, horribly cute old man sweetness
Wandering through the small city of Balsier was refreshing. Iroh was smiling happily, and generally enjoying life as was his wont. Sadly, no one in town seemed to know how to play Pai Sho, but Iroh was enjoying himself anyway. There was only one thing that could make this moment better, and that was-
-he was momentarily distracted as a flower fell on his head.
"The flower of the white dragon bush!" Iroh exclaimed happily. "Mmmm... delicious tea can be made from its leaves!" He had learned, the hard way, to differentiate this from the remarkably similar-looking white jade flower, which was a deadly poison.
He stripped the flower of its leaves in record time and ran to an empty area of the town. Quickly filling his teapot (for he always carried one, who didn't?) with water from his traveling flask, he started a fire and began brewing his delectable tea. The smell of his creation wafted through the air of the tiny city.
Within the hour, people were flocking to his makeshift stall, heralding Iroh as the best tea-brewer at the festival.
Content: Iroh has arrived at the festival! The first thing he does? look for his nephews Make tea!
Setting: The Hanami Cloud Festival
Time: The third day of the festivities
Warnings: Advice-giving in the form of tea metaphors, possible coercion into playing Pai Sho, horribly cute old man sweetness
Wandering through the small city of Balsier was refreshing. Iroh was smiling happily, and generally enjoying life as was his wont. Sadly, no one in town seemed to know how to play Pai Sho, but Iroh was enjoying himself anyway. There was only one thing that could make this moment better, and that was-
-he was momentarily distracted as a flower fell on his head.
"The flower of the white dragon bush!" Iroh exclaimed happily. "Mmmm... delicious tea can be made from its leaves!" He had learned, the hard way, to differentiate this from the remarkably similar-looking white jade flower, which was a deadly poison.
He stripped the flower of its leaves in record time and ran to an empty area of the town. Quickly filling his teapot (for he always carried one, who didn't?) with water from his traveling flask, he started a fire and began brewing his delectable tea. The smell of his creation wafted through the air of the tiny city.
Within the hour, people were flocking to his makeshift stall, heralding Iroh as the best tea-brewer at the festival.