There were many, many different situations where Tani composed herself with a businesslike acuity, and an unassailable confidence. There was something about the elezen woman that utterly drained her of even the semblance of some basic competence. She felt heat prickling up between her shoulderblades as she eyed the various pieces necessary for the gongfu style. She eyed Isabelle as the other woman -- gods above, that robe, that helm -- fussed about the room. The heat reached her neck.
Tani gave a strangled little laugh. "For today, perhaps... perhaps the Thanalan style is appropriate. I um... I'll show you, er, well, another time for the ceremony. But ah, the tea. Dragon's needles; it's a green tea. Dragon's brew, some call it. Ah... water steaming, but not boiling. Forty-five seconds for the first steep."Â
The heat reached her face as she realized Isabelle had asked a question. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
She stood there, in the doorway to the room with the fireplace, as awkward as any lackwit.
Tani gave a strangled little laugh. "For today, perhaps... perhaps the Thanalan style is appropriate. I um... I'll show you, er, well, another time for the ceremony. But ah, the tea. Dragon's needles; it's a green tea. Dragon's brew, some call it. Ah... water steaming, but not boiling. Forty-five seconds for the first steep."Â
The heat reached her face as she realized Isabelle had asked a question. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
She stood there, in the doorway to the room with the fireplace, as awkward as any lackwit.
Precise. ⚜ Vivacious. ⚜ Wicked.
