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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:28 pm
A woman of short stature raced around the small sitting area of the tea shop, arms burdened with silver spoons and lace doilies. She hadn't even set out the tea yet, and it was almost tea time~! Her skirts rustled against table and chair legs as she set about places. Dainty tea cups sitting on a clean, white doily, with a small silver spoon sat at each chair. At the center of the tables sat trays of small sweets and were equiped with three tea pots, each housing a different type of tea, which, matter-of-factly, matched the tableclothes.
After she was finished, she took a moment to survey her work. She brushed an errant hair from her forhead and placed her hands on her plump hips, smiling crookedly at her hard work. She'd wanted her own tea shop for two years, and now she finally had it, and was doing quite well for herself. She could be proud of herself later, she was going to have customers soon and needed to make herself presentable~! She rushed upstairs to freshen up before coming back down to open her doors wide for those who loved tea almost as much as she.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 1:39 pm
A soft jingle heralded the arrival of a potential customer, the sound coming from the metal rings clutched in the eight legs of a metal spider that topped his shoulder-high wooden staff. Arihitszu paused in the doorway to survey the establishment, but did not leave the section of floor just inside the doorway for the moment. Everything was so carefully arranged, and he did not immediately spy the proprietor of the shop, but he figured it not impolite to admire the meticulous layout of the room while he waited a few moments to see if the person in charge might appear.
The monk swapped his staff to his cloth-wrapped and markedly weaker-looking right hand and crouched to remove his sandals with an ease bordering on reflex, and set his footwear immediately next to the door along the wall before taking a step in. Curiosity got the better of him, and he padded quietly up to the nearest table in his stiff fabric two-toed socks. Holding one hand across his chest to keep his loose robes from brushing the table or the tops of the chairs, he leaned closer and scrutinized the teapots.
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