12th of Fall, 518AV
When Lani bounded down the hall towards the Sanikas Gates, she was very excited. This was her first time visiting Valtrrrik Imsun after their first meeting upon her entrance. He had said she could come and learn before he had even learned her caste, which made her hopeful that he would be a willing and enjoyable teacher. After all, the old man seemed just as curious about her as she was of him. He had said to only bring her knowledge of Kontinese and her history, but she felt as if she should bring him a gift. She had been in the communal city merely three days. She wasn’t quite settled in, but she had attended market day with a gift on her mind. Her interaction with him was so brief she could not be sure she had any idea what he might actually like as a gift, but she was assuming that he spent a lot of time studying like those in the Enclave and so might enjoy a nice cup of tea. At least he would not be opposed to it.
She had chosen a flowery lavender and green tea, thinking the light and energizing flavors would be nice. She was a normal person who didn’t covet the leafy drink, usually she bought whatever the blackest tea she could find was and boiled the Hai out of it before chugging it for whatever dregs of caffeine it was willing to give her. Her relationship with tea was not a love affair, but parasitical. Still, she imagined for a gift she ought to give something that seemed as if it had some semblance of taste to it, so she cradled the small sack of tea leaves in both hands. When she reached his personal dwelling at the end of the hall, the half-Chaktawe raised her hand to knock.
As soon as her knuckles rapped the hard wood, a chorus of twittering and squawks rang from inside, and within a few ticks the Inarta opened his door. At first he had the faint warm crinkle to his eyes that he always seemed to carry, but as he looked up her tall height and connected with her ebony ones, his face seemed to light up in surprise and then enjoyment.
“Hello! Lani Stranger! Greetings from the mother!” He trilled in Kontinese and Lani grinned at him.
“I hope you are well, Imsun.” She replied in Kontinese, offering a medium bow for the Avora, and the presenting him with her tea.
“Oh, you can call me Val, Lani. Everyone does.” He said in relaxed common, and then switched back to Nari. “Come in, come in. Don’t mind the birds.” The elderly man took the tea from her with a nod and hobbled into his dwelling, leaving the door open for her. She followed, readying to close the door behind her, when she heard him trill. “No need!” So she left it open.
Turning to the man’s dwelling, she assessed it. There were a few bird stands placed about, two of which were occupied with a snoozing owl and a falcon preening. Regardless, there seemed not to be much bird poop scattered about, and she immediately recognized that as well training, and marveled at it.
“I… like your birds.” She started in Nari, and then continued in common, unsure of how exactly to say it to the man. She heard him chuckle as he was bustling about in the kitchenette before moving over to the fire place and setting a kettle on the hook inside. He set two mugs down in front of them with tea strainers holding the leaves, and a small dwindling pot of honey.