Post from Veneficus

[keestaa..]

&& .tea for one .&&


Crackle! Crack Crack!

Fire. It was an addiction. Someone could stare at it for hours and never get tired of it's orange glow and the embers floating down to the earth at every heart stopping crack. The flames could tower higher and higher but then die down until someone put another log in or poked it a few times with a large mental stick. Fire was also a light, lighting a room dimly unless there was something else lighting that room. In this room there were several fire places scattered around the room and that was some of the only light used except for a few lanterns that sat on a table or hung from the ceiling to add a unique, almost rustic look to it.

To Cilla, it was the roomiest, homiest place she had ever been to that wasn't her home. She had her own chair that she always sat in and the owner of the tea room called it the 'Cil Chair'. Most people at Veneficus knew it belonged to her. And they also knew that after school every day she came to The Hatchet, sat in the large comfortable arm chair and did her homework, while she drank a hot cup of tea, with a biscuit if she was hungry. She had a lantern on the table next to her chair for a bit of light so she could see. There were two other chairs on either side of her but no one ever sat with her.

Veneficus was in Canada, so really it was cold there a lot and having fire places in every room wasn't uncommon because the school had limited heat. The Hatchet sure didn't have any heat but having all the fires around, really made it warm and cozy. With a cup of hot chocolate or tea really made you hot on those unusual but possible really hot days. If it was too hot, they didn't light the fires but then, it was quite dull there without them. Either way, hot or cold, Cilla managed to get there to have tea. Unless she was busy.

Today was one of those days that she wasn't busy at all. She had just arrived from her home a bit east of the school, set her trunk in the room that she had been staying in for about three years before, and ran over to the Store Center. She had peeked in the gag shop but had never gone in before. She wasn't interested in gags. She burst in through The Hatchet and was greeted by the owner who remembered her. Cilla was given a free cup of tea. She took the tea in one hand, held a novel in her hand that she was reading called A Song for Summer, and on her shoulder was a small Northern Saw-whet Owl named Sage. Sage went everywhere with her beloved owner and Cilla adored her.

The two of them passed by other fire places to the very last one. No one sat at it. There were the three chairs and the table between the two with the dimly lighted lantern on the one. It was like she never left. She set her tea and book down on the table and slowly walked toward the fire. Today was one of those odd chilly days in the summer. She wore long jeans and a pink sweatshirt, though she was still cold. She put her hands out to warm them for they were the coldest part of her body, before sticking them back in the pockets of her sweatshirt. Cilla quickly grabbed two pieces of wood and through them into the fire. She watched the flames rise and the embers fall. She listened to the crackling of the fire and she felt so much like she was home. Sighing, she went back to her chair and sat down.

Her tea was quite warm and Sage, still perched on her shoulder, was getting restless. So she didn't want to sip and have Sage make her laugh so it went up her nose. Sage was so good at making her laugh. The small owl had so much energy and she was so good at using it when needed. She put her hand up near her feet making her owl step on to her opposite hand. She looked down at her with her ocean blue eyes. "Sage," she sighed shaking her head. "If you let Mommy drink her tea in peace, then maybe I will right a letter and you can take it to my Mommy far away from here so I can have more peace. Kay?" She smiled and laughed softly, knowing that her dear owl couldn't understand a word she was saying.

Cilla let Sage sit upon her hand as she drank her tea. Every sip made her feel more at home. As she sipped, she looked about The Hatchet, looking for new students. It was hard to see in the dim light. Soon she gave up and set her tea down. It was half drunk by now but she would now sip it sparingly. She picked up her book at opened it to page 224 and read out loud to Sage.

"Ellen opened her nurse's bag, took out a syringe partly filled with read liquid, and stood by the door. Two border guards got on: a young private and a sergeant. The Poles had been fought over too often: there was nothing casual about these lean-faced, unsmiling men.
Ellens door slid open. the sergeant went on up the train; the private entered.
"Passports, please."
She handed him hers, then Chomsky's. The soldier motioned her aside. he wanted to see who was in the bed."

Cilla loved reading to Sage and Sage always got more relaxed when she was read to. She read to the end of chapter 17 and set the book back on the table. She usually read a chapter a day to Sage. The blonde took a few sips of her tea and set it back on the table. Sage had went up to her shoulder and was taken a small nap while Cilla watched the fire, the flames rise then fall, rise then fall. She felt so relaxed and then suddenly tired. Her eyes closed but they suddenly opened, realizing she almost fell asleep. She sighed, picking up the book again. She had to read to stay awake and she was fine with that. Cilla loved to read but what she really loved, would be some company.

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Comments: I really thought Veneficus was a cool site so I joined and then posted this. I was really impressed by how much muse I used up because then I tried to make Frostbolt's bio and I just about failed... x.x but I made through. I posted this because it's probably one of the best posts I have ever made other then my Scorchkit tryout, which I actually think this was better. Because she was actually doing something and not just sitting there like Scorchy was. I guess you learn from your mistakes but I really hoped you enjoyed!

[grayfur]

I. WUV. IT. KEEEEEEE!

[keestaa..]

Thanks Gray!

[grayfur]

*looks at name* ur not stoopid...

[keestaa..]

Eh. It's ok. It's true.

[grayfur]

no... ur not... its just...