newbie breakfast

[sancrimony]

Who: 3+1 babies + sensitIVs
Where: @ sensitIV
When: Day 172, morning

[ for those who have lived in sensitIV for a while, they'll wake up (if they slept) to the familiar smell of herb and butter bread: lucifel's probably the only one who uses the tandir oven but he uses it pretty extensively! there's also the smell of toasted cinnamon, which is actually fairly unique to today, but maybe it has to do with how cold it is, and if anyone ventures in the kitchen when lucifel's not there, there's guymag in a large pot available for anyone to have a bowl to warm themselves up with.

of course, for the newbies, those are all probably new to one degree or another. hey, where the fuck are you?

+ there's also a cottage probably somewhere around sensitIV, in some corner. every sensitIV will have gotten a text on the night of 170/morning of 171 to inform them that lavender is spending a few days with them, and that the cottage is hers, so it's not alarming to anyone except those who didn't get the text. which would be like, three of you, so, ]

Comments

[forgottenmercy]

Ah, good morning. You are, ah, new, yes?

...would you, ah, like some tea?

[crystallinelore]

I am. And... certainly. It would not go amiss.

[forgottenmercy]

[inclines head gracefully to him] Then I will, ah, return in a few minutes. [and silently pads down the hallway towards the kitchen. does, in fact, return in a few minutes with a teapot and two cups.]

[crystallinelore]

[oh, alright, waits where he is then]

Thank you.

[forgottenmercy]

[gracefully sits down in the doorway near him and gracefully pours him a cup of tea. movements fluid and perfect - clearly used to this.]

Ah, here.

[starts pouring himself a cup of tea.

it's a really excellent cup of tea.]

[crystallinelore]

[accepting it, and he has to use his hands for that! not even blanketed hands will do. which means Persephone is getting to see both a crystal (streaked with red and black within that blue?) and flesh hand emerge from the blankets to take the teacup.]

I appreciate it.

[forgottenmercy]

You are, ah, welcome. [notices that hand but doesn't comment on it, nor does his expression change. it's almost reminiscent of a concept he remembers from home- being Wyld-touched.]

Do you, ah, have any questions...?

[crystallinelore]

Let's see...

[sipping the tea while he thinks.]

You would be Persephone, correct?

[forgottenmercy]

I, ah, am, yes.

...have you, ah, determined what you would like to be called?

[crystallinelore]

I will be going by Noah.

[forgottenmercy]

It is, ah, well met then, Noah. [he pronounces the collection of syllables carefully, as if the sounds are strung together strangely for him.] If you, ah, have any other questions, I will do my best to answer.