Jul 16, 2008 02:33
[At the edge of the main part of camp, in the building that proclaims itself the 'Cat's Eye Café', there is an odd sight to be seen. An (ex-)mage, suspiciously noodly, is looking far less merry and gay today, though there is a certain air of satisfaction about him. The smell of freshly-baked cookies fills the area, but the tray he brings out to a table holds only a pot of green tea, and something that looks suspiciously like a few pickled vegetables. And with the ease of old habit, he lays a cup out, and pours the tea...
... and stares at it.
And stares.
And looks at it a bit more, much like a man trapped in a desert views a mirage; so tempting, yet the quest for it ultimately pointless and futile.]
Would anyone care for some tea?
((ETA: Bed is calling. Old threads and new will be picked up tomorrow ♥))