April 2016 pt. 2) Ritual - Tea Time - Lyra

[Lyra]

(Ritual)

A multitude of scents ranging from incense to sweet cream tickled Lyra’s nose as she sipped from the delicate porcelain cup cradled in her gloved hands. Sharp lime followed by a whisper of jasmine tickled her tongue, then slid down her throat to warm her insides. She glanced down at the small lace-adorned table in front of her: the empty saucer directly in the center, with a small spoon precisely 45 degrees towards her right. The pot, spout pointed directly to her left, set in line with the handle of the spoon to the back right of the plate. The sugar dish, close to the left side of the saucer, the edges separated by a hair’s width. Everything just so.

Lyra sighed contentedly, more or less ignoring the muffled sounds of carnal pleasure coming from the closed door at the back of the building. A brothel this may be, but the tea was the best in town, even better than the powdered ginger she picked up from a merchant over the summer. That and how the serving girls all seemed to instinctively know to leave her alone. No nosy “oh how is the tea, do you need anything, blah blah blah” every five minutes, just a pot, a cup, a saucer, and a small dish of sugar. Just the way she liked it.

Lyra raised the mug to her face and inhaled the steam once more, savoring the delicate aroma. The world outside was chaotic, but here, for her monthly cup of tea, Lyra finally felt some of the tension drain from her shoulders. She couldn’t control everything, but tea time was hers and hers alone.

[Lindsay]

As an oog tea addict - I LOVE THIS

[Patricia]

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