#thread.tajhana

[thevaaniiofcrirtha]

CLOSED STARTER for @tajhanasaha

Vanathi was known to make crude jokes. It was her way to root out those who didn’t fit with her view of the world. She wished to make everything a little bit lighter, preferably by making jokes about sex and so forth. 

But there were those that made the Vaanii wish to be a little less, and bit more comfortable and suave, as if this was the way she could win the hearts of others. As if portraying the powerful ally her father wanted her to be would make her seem more grown-up. Despite how badly she wanted the years of her life back that she’d given to the court, to dying, to being resurrected. 

She took a deep breath and sat down at a table in the teashop. Tea was not her chosen drink, but Tajhana was her chosen company, and having chosen the time perfectly, the place was currently dealing with its afternoon slow. And she leaned over the table eyeing the establishment’s owner hoping she would soon come to her and offer her a tea.

[djinnoffire]

CLOSED STARTER for @tajhanasaha continuation of Strawberry Moon Festival

Notelaih thought for a moment, but the name did not ring a bell. So perhaps not yet, he did meet a lot of people, but not all of them left their names with him, not thinking perhaps he would treasure them as they should. "Not yet, I fear, but I am certain I will meet him," the Djinn stated. He accepted the cup with a smile. "We shall meet one who is a thousand and feel like youngsters again," he decided. Even if Notelaih lacked the knowledge to understand how old he truly was. His years in the desert were not in fact counted as years. In memories maybe. Or something else.

[djinnoffire]

meet cute with Tajhana Saha -- @tajhanasaha -- at the Tea House

Notelaih was old, though he did not know how old exactly, what year he'd been born, nor what age he was supposed to be at. To anyone, he might look like he was end 20s, early 30s. When he'd been too static, he looked older, when he'd enjoyed freedom, he looked younger. But he'd been a kid once.

Young enough to stand on his own two legs yet still wobble as he walked.

Despite his age however, and how vague the details became with the years that passed, and how he could barely recall where it was he stayed in what order, he certainly didn't forget faces.

He hugged his cloak to his upper body and stared at the owner of the Tea House. It was easy to see the features of a young girl in the woman standing behind the counter. He grinned and walked up to her, placing an elbow on the wood and leaning his head on his hand. "Tajhana Saha," he said, the name coming to him from behind spiderwebs. "All grown up." As if that said much, not in his case anyway. "And in this town of all places." Perhaps it fitted, perhaps it didn't, the flames of his memory weren't giving him much information.