blue summer — tea

[wormwood.]

Tea was not something that Aurum had indulged in for quite a while. However, he knew the ins and outs of teatime rather well, mainly thanks to the way that he was raised. Although his old family pride had obviously had a traditional lion pride structure, it had also had a rather monarchical structure as well. His mother and father were the queen and king, and he and Poetking were both the princes. As such, they had been taught the ways of how to be polite and diplomatic, including the ways of how to attend diplomatic dinners or smaller meals without making complete fools of themselves. The lion had always found these lectures dreadfully boring, and he could remember more than a few times where he and Poet had spent an entire evening just laughing at the monotone lecturing they had to endure. However, this didn't mean that he hadn't picked up a few things along the way. And as he had grown older, he had even come to appreciate those little diplomatic meals and teatimes more than ever before – mainly because they were the only time where things felt peaceful, before everything had fallen apart. Thinking about that now hurt him somewhat, but he still found himself wishing that he had done more teatimes since then. Both for the sake of his own mental health, and for the sake of his bonds with his old clanmates.

Better late than never, was the common saying, however, and it seemed as though Aurum had been given new chances to enjoy tea with others. When Icarus's message had first slid beneath his door, he had been intrigued, his head perking up from where it had been on the bed. Gently pushing aside the book he had been reading, the angel slipped down from the bed, reading the note and immediately feeling a smile come to his muzzle. The next several hours had passed quickly, with the angel busying himself with various menial tasks and stories he had taken out of the library to be brought back later. When sunhigh finally rolled around, it took him a short while to find his way to the Judge's room, but he found himself breathing a sigh of relief when he did. Knocking his paw gently against the open door, the male stepped inside with his wings folded down close to his back, trying to take up as little room as possible. He glanced around curiously before he took a few more steps inside, sitting down and rumbling in greeting to the feline, "Hello, Icarus. I hope I'm not too late... or early. I honestly can't tell how long it took me to get here, what with all of the winding hallways in the manor." He chuckled a little before continuing, his eyes zeroing in on the tea that served as the source for the pleasant herbal smell filling the room, "I hope you make good tea. I'm afraid I've got a bit of a spoiled palette when it comes to this stuff."