+ teahouse

@ꕥ♞ Emily Mei it is quite noticeable with traditional wear.
°{ he muses to himself, allowing your comment to fall on deaf ears. he knows that the immaturity of the prince is something unavoidable, thus, he will touch on it no longer. his eyes slide closed as he sips lightly at the citric tea, humming at the feeling of the warm liquid sliding down his throat. }°
there is. and sometimes even the men dont get it right.
°{ he chuckles then, the sound melodious before heavy lids slide open partially to take in your visage. }°
there are no greenhouse. this was something he simply found. though i cannot say where. he is fairly cautious when it comes to letting out information freely. especially with the world in such a state less information for me is better.
°{ turning his head to the window he sighs lightly, watching the trees bustle in the soft zephyr. }°
i do hope so...

@❈♞ Yan Sheng You can say that again/murmurs to myself about the immaturity of the prince, though I may be no better, judging as to how I feed into his immaturity very often/
Were there? I feel it is just much more noticable with "traditional wear"/I run my red nails over the sleeve if my kimono, the red vibrant against the soft blue fabric/
There is a specific way that men wear traditional clothing compared to a woman.
/once again I lift my cup, carefully holding the bottom with my free hand, I let out another satisfied noise, the taste so wonderful against my tongue/
Are there greenhouses then? With the war...everything should have been destroyed...unless everything is starting to come back.
It has been 33 years since the war started, is it possible nature is taking back what its lost?

@ꕥ♞ Emily Mei immaturity knows no time nor limit, my lady.
°{ chuckles softly to himself as he looks back upon his memories from the immature elder prince. }°
ahー there were quite a few women, in my time, who would prefer the men's robes than the women's robes. they said it was easier to get in and out of.
°{ nods slowly as he listen, deeming it a fair point. }°
you have quite the fair point to be held, my lady. it would be an honour to help you for the sake of your future husband.
°{ with an elegant gesture, he lifts the cup to his lips, tilting it slightly to enjoy the warmed liquid; citrus sunshine dances on his taste buds, the forefront of the tasty melody of flavours before it settles into a mellow, floral taste, settling in the back of his throat. it almost seemed like he swallowed flowers. }°
it is indeed...
°{ he acquiesces as his eyes close to savour the taste before it flutters off like a loose leaf in the wind. }°
plants are much like people... treat them with love and kindness and they will grow where ever despite the conditions. all life should be treated with the same respect.

@❈♞ Yan Sheng He is old enough, yet that does not prevent him from acting like a child at times
/it was quite nice hearing such a sound from you, seeing the way that your lips turned upwards into a smile even though it was short-lived/
It is not uncommon for...more modern-wear yes. But traditional clothing such as these, I have never seen a woman don a man's clothing
It would be right of me to learn, in case I decide that a husband is best for me. Should I not help him into his clothing?
/I smile about your continued compliments, taking the cup and raising it to sip on the tea, the taste coats my tongue, the smell engulfing my whole being/
It is delightful/murmurs to you before taking another careful sip and placing the cup back onto the table/
Such a humble man you are, it is amazing enough that you have connections at all in this ruined world, and that there are places that plants still grow into something beautiful

@ꕥ♞ Emily Mei °{ a rare occurence happened then: he smiled at her quick quip, chuckling under his breath. the conversation took a turn towards the prince and he shook his head, smile fading slightly. }°
my prince knows that i only ask once for him to rise. if he does not do so it is on him. he is old enough to fend for himself.
°{ he holds no disdain towards the prince but the haughty attitude and fierceness are what put him off the most. when you speak about the male robes he nods slightly. }°
i do believe it is not uncommon for women to don male's clothing nowadays... correct me if im wrong, m'lady.
°{ he smiles, once more, the rare emotional occurence making him feel foreign in his own body. }°
i assure you the blue was a lovely choice. plus, you always seem t carry around a soft rosy glow, my dear.
°{ he lifts the cup to his lips, breathing in the aroma in an almost intoxicated way; a time long past came rushing back to him as he reflected on the memories. }°
m'lady i assure you that my connections are few... but far. i have a person in China, in Romanian, in Iceland... they are scattered.

@❈♞ Yan Sheng Even so, it would be quite amusing to see a serious man like you screeching in the morning
Unless you screech for the Prince to get out of be in the morning?
/I eye the way you sniff the bag, covering my mouth with a sleeve hiding the smile that forms. You certainly look like you're sniffing a bag of drugs, but I will not state that out loud to a man like you/
Is that so Lord Sheng, maybe I shall learn the ways of a man's robes
/I now my head in thanks at both your compliment and your pouring the tea water over the blossomed tea/
Thank you my lord, I was uncertain of the blue, as I thought it may be drowned out with my pale skin
/I close my eyes briefly, taking in the scent of the tea when you place the cup before me, though I open them soon after to look at the blossom as you suggest/
Is that so, I am surprised you were able to find someone so that would be able to provide you something so elegant
/my lips part in awe at the way the blossom blooms, the petals unfurling and floating atop the water/
It smells beautiful

@ꕥ♞ Emily Mei •a soft smile tugs at his lips as he shakes his head.•
i assure you that i am no bird and in no way act like one. twas but a metaphor, my dear emily.
•he opens the small bag and lifts it to his nose, inhaling deeply the soft herbal, floral and citrus scents, the blossoms a soft rust colour with purple petals scattered throughout. he hums softly as long, elegant fingers reach in to grab one of the two blossoms.•
the male traditional robes, i assure you, are just as complex as the females. the female robes, however, have many intricate parts.
•his attention turns to you are he regards the red colouring of your robes, humming with contentment.•
the red really suits you, miss emily.
•he takes the empty cups and sets one blossom in each at the bottom before the maid returns. he takes the kettle with a bow of his head before he tilts it, filling the cups.•
it was a gift from an acquaintance in China. He periodically sends me exotic teas which i am very grateful for. now... watch as your blossom unfurls in the cup. you will find it quite... enchanting.
•he places the cup in front of you before settling down in his seat, crimson eyes glued to the slowly blooming blossom.•

@❈♞ Yan Sheng Is that so? I hope you do not squawk and make a fool of yourself just like a crane you wake
/my head tilts as you settle before me, your robes are beautiful as always, my eyes traveling over the neat way that they cross over your chest/
I am amazed that you dress in this manner so often, are the male equivalents to such traditional wear much less clothing than a woman's?
/I gesture for the maid to come forth, my hand merely waving elegantly/
We would like a teapot of hot water, to steep our own tea. You may take this one away and enjoy is amongst yourselves
/the maid nods in response, carefully removing the teapot that she had already placed for us, then shuffles away to do as I requested/
Wherever did you find this tea, I have not seen one like it since the war started

@ꕥ♞ Emily Mei •with an eloquent sound of thanks to the maiden of the teahouse, he is escorted to the private room. the scent of tea carries through the halls and brings him to life. with a nod of his head he enter the room with a duck of his head only to find the woman sitting there, neatly adorned in her traditional robes much like he refused to change his.•
greetings, lady mei. the crane rises with the sun and i do as well.
•he takes a seat across from her, tucking his legs neatly under him as he produces a small packet of orange blossoms specifically designed for tea.•
would you like to try this orange blossom tea, m'lady?

@❈♞ Yan Sheng /i sat on one of the cushions in the tea room, in order to make such a settling feel more authentic, maids help those wishing to sit in the room into traditional wear/
/today I have chosen a traditional Japanese kimono adorned with birds and beautiful white flowers cascading over a sky-blue fabric/
/i sit in wait, nodding my head towards the maid that placed the teapot onto the small table/
Ah, my lord, you are early