where & when: isabelline tea rooms, afternoon.
with: @beteepineuse , andré.
her mother would have pestered her to interact and socialize. she would have droned on and on about finding all the beneficial friends and even some of the ill advised friends -- if only so she could be well versed in a wide variety of experiences and motivations. nothing breaks like a heart, but paradoxically, nothing is as sturdy as a heart. what breaks the easiest is not the heart itself -- it's the trust and the faith and hope, above all else. she had long since learned to never expect a thing from people, but it did not mean she was unapproachable or scowling.
in the past, she could make all the friends she'd wanted. granted, in the past, she had the zhao family reputation, wealth and standing to back her up. even if she wasn't friendly, people would have sought her out. and yet, she was still honest and approachable. it was easy being approachable and friendly in her hometown, though -- she'd known most of the people there anyway. new cities had always drawn out the more introverted side of her nature, though she did find herself relaxing rather swiftly.
the tea room had become a safe haven of sorts -- when she wasn't in the stables, tending to the horses, that is. she had liked the lively atmosphere around her that did not directly swallow her in, liked the chitter chatter that bounced off of her like water droplets off wax. but, even if she wasn't directly involved in it, it did not mean she was completely isolated from it, either -- sometimes, the rooms would get crowded and she would find herself in a company with another likeminded individual -- just coming in for tea and some lively comfort.
"it's unoccupied, if you're looking for a seat and unopposed to some company. this place gets crowded so easily." huayan spoke.
