Spring 17th, 519av, 13 Bells
Gemma yawned and stretched. She had not made it home after work this morning, instead crashing at The Zintia Rest for her afternoon rest period. She was still tired, even after having slept for almost two bells, and she had classes in the evening. She huffed to herself and scratched her scalp, flopping back into the bed. She needed a break. She was stretching herself too thin with taking two classes, plus working, plus recovering from her injured shoulder. Everything she did was slower than normal, and while slowing down and being mindful was a great way to calm down, it wasn’t so calming when it was forced upon her.
From her horizontal position, she reached her right hand over to her left shoulder and closed her eyes to say a prayer to Rak’keli for healing. She knew it was a long shot, but she still trusted that her goddess would heal her, sooner or later. It seemed lately she had been choosing the latter option. Her gnosis mark lit up and shone silver even through her glove. She squinted against its light and groaned again.
Gemma rubbed her eyes and yawned again, debating whether she should just sleep more or get up and do something. She knew that if she slept too long she would have a headache in the evening for her classes, and she couldn’t have that. She sat up on her bed, deciding to start walking as she decided what to do with her precious few bells of free time.
She walked through the bustling streets of Zintila Peak, looking for something that might help her relax and decompress. As she walked, she saw a couple drinking a hot beverage and inspiration struck. She had not been to The Mhakula Teahouse since she was a small girl. Well, smaller than she was now. As she remembered it, it was a calming retreat from the business of the day. Her dad had taken her there frequently when she was younger, and at the time it had been too calm and too quiet for her tastes. But maybe now that was exactly what she needed.
She headed off toward the secluded tea shop and soon spotted it, enshrouded in its own cultivated gardens. She smiled as the low roar of Lhavit’s busiest peak slowly faded into silence as she neared.
Entering, she took a moment to breathe and appreciate the place. Why didn’t she come here more often? She would have to make it a point to visit whenever she could. This was in fact exactly what she had needed.
A server greeted her calmly and politely and led her to a table, where the Konti youth sat on a fluffy pillowed seat and subconsciously rolled her left shoulder to loosen it up.
“Do you know what you would like, or do you want a moment to choose?” The server asked.
“I want to relax, but I have class in a few bells so I can’t have anything too strong. Maybe Chamomile and Lemon Balm if you have it?” She suggested.
“Ooh, a connoisseur.” The server smiled. She probably wasn’t that impressed, but she did a good job of pretending for Gemma’s ego’s sake.
“Herbalism is kind of my thing, but I don’t drink enough tea,” Gemma admitted. “It’s mostly for medical purposes.”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll have to let Guzo know that a young soul has taken up the old man’s passion.” She smiled. “I’ll be right back with your tea.” She said, and left. Gemma closed her eyes and sighed. Yes. This was exactly what she needed.
From her horizontal position, she reached her right hand over to her left shoulder and closed her eyes to say a prayer to Rak’keli for healing. She knew it was a long shot, but she still trusted that her goddess would heal her, sooner or later. It seemed lately she had been choosing the latter option. Her gnosis mark lit up and shone silver even through her glove. She squinted against its light and groaned again.
Gemma rubbed her eyes and yawned again, debating whether she should just sleep more or get up and do something. She knew that if she slept too long she would have a headache in the evening for her classes, and she couldn’t have that. She sat up on her bed, deciding to start walking as she decided what to do with her precious few bells of free time.
She walked through the bustling streets of Zintila Peak, looking for something that might help her relax and decompress. As she walked, she saw a couple drinking a hot beverage and inspiration struck. She had not been to The Mhakula Teahouse since she was a small girl. Well, smaller than she was now. As she remembered it, it was a calming retreat from the business of the day. Her dad had taken her there frequently when she was younger, and at the time it had been too calm and too quiet for her tastes. But maybe now that was exactly what she needed.
She headed off toward the secluded tea shop and soon spotted it, enshrouded in its own cultivated gardens. She smiled as the low roar of Lhavit’s busiest peak slowly faded into silence as she neared.
Entering, she took a moment to breathe and appreciate the place. Why didn’t she come here more often? She would have to make it a point to visit whenever she could. This was in fact exactly what she had needed.
A server greeted her calmly and politely and led her to a table, where the Konti youth sat on a fluffy pillowed seat and subconsciously rolled her left shoulder to loosen it up.
“Do you know what you would like, or do you want a moment to choose?” The server asked.
“I want to relax, but I have class in a few bells so I can’t have anything too strong. Maybe Chamomile and Lemon Balm if you have it?” She suggested.
“Ooh, a connoisseur.” The server smiled. She probably wasn’t that impressed, but she did a good job of pretending for Gemma’s ego’s sake.
“Herbalism is kind of my thing, but I don’t drink enough tea,” Gemma admitted. “It’s mostly for medical purposes.”
“Is that so? Well, I’ll have to let Guzo know that a young soul has taken up the old man’s passion.” She smiled. “I’ll be right back with your tea.” She said, and left. Gemma closed her eyes and sighed. Yes. This was exactly what she needed.