After fixing up the shrine, Hadama had chosen to linger an extra day to see how the Greatwood was recovering with his own eyes. Enjoying his time with Nova, he had invited her to join him for tea in one of the small, cozy cafes that dotted the Bodega and provided shelter to weary - or at least thirsty - shoppers and travelers.
Tea was one of the landwalker traditions that he had taken to early on, even before he had access to legs at will. Hot and soothing, it was especially welcome in the crisp breeze of Leafchange, and Hadama gave a grateful nod to their server as the diminutive Fae deposited their tea pots and cups and then whisked away to tend to other customers.
Pouring his cup full of a lovely, aromatic green, he was given a moment's pause when several small bits of leaves slipped out the wide spout of his teapot to bob and float in the liquid in his cup before he took a sip. Satisfied, he looked across the table at his bubbly cafe companion for the day and tilted his head at her.
"I have heard that one can read the future from tea leaves. Are you familiar with it?"
Tea was one of the landwalker traditions that he had taken to early on, even before he had access to legs at will. Hot and soothing, it was especially welcome in the crisp breeze of Leafchange, and Hadama gave a grateful nod to their server as the diminutive Fae deposited their tea pots and cups and then whisked away to tend to other customers.
Pouring his cup full of a lovely, aromatic green, he was given a moment's pause when several small bits of leaves slipped out the wide spout of his teapot to bob and float in the liquid in his cup before he took a sip. Satisfied, he looked across the table at his bubbly cafe companion for the day and tilted his head at her.
"I have heard that one can read the future from tea leaves. Are you familiar with it?"
