Vigilance is an essential even in my day-to-day life. [what are breaks] A peaceful, quiet moment is an exquisite delicacy...so I shall let such moments melt away slowly on my tongue while I have them.
[It sounds more like a state of constant alarm or vigilance than a state of constant work, perhaps.]
There's no work getting done with a tired mind, anyway.
[Cantarella can't help but chuckle. They've definitely spoken long enough now that the tea has steeped a suitable amount, so she makes moves to fully prepare it.]
Sage isn't often a sweet herb, but it has a certain warmth to it. [Hehe.] You've no need to worry about me. I'll manage.
[Woman who will do anything to keep anyone else from seeing her slipping guarantees she'll never slip.
Cantarella clinks her full teacup against its still-empty neighbor in a notably ridiculous toast, her smile revealing just how well aware she is of that.]
Well, should I let you have the chance to savor your cup?
It's a unique system for hosting tea parties, without a doubt. One of the more unique ones I've experienced.
[Cantarella rises to her feet, hand gently drifting along the surface of the table.]
Thank you for your insights. Just like a polite jellyfish, I'll see myself out, until such a time as the current brings me back here. [She is not really one for drifting, though, as Sage may have deduced.]
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[It sounds more like a state of constant alarm or vigilance than a state of constant work, perhaps.]
There's no work getting done with a tired mind, anyway.
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[ Something they've bothered a certain someone about many, many times in the past... ]
So do take your ease when you have the opportunity. I understand that may be a difficult task in a place such as this, but an attempt matters.
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Sage isn't often a sweet herb, but it has a certain warmth to it. [Hehe.] You've no need to worry about me. I'll manage.
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I will choose to take your word for it, then.
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[Woman who will do anything to keep anyone else from seeing her slipping guarantees she'll never slip.
Cantarella clinks her full teacup against its still-empty neighbor in a notably ridiculous toast, her smile revealing just how well aware she is of that.]
Well, should I let you have the chance to savor your cup?
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If you do not mind. I find that I could use a warm cup to relax. However, I do ask that you return soon.
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[Cantarella rises to her feet, hand gently drifting along the surface of the table.]
Thank you for your insights. Just like a polite jellyfish, I'll see myself out, until such a time as the current brings me back here. [She is not really one for drifting, though, as Sage may have deduced.]
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And she knows those words mean that Cantarella will be back sooner rather than later, at least. ]
Until the currents shift my way again, may the shadows keep you.