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Post by teo on Oct 15, 2007 15:51:34 GMT -5
The sun continued its slow descent. Teo returned, wind-burned face leaving white circles around his eyes from his goggles. He was elated, happy. The wind had just blessed him with an amazing flight, spirals, fancy swirls... He even managed to draw a cup of tea in the sky, with three little steam lines coming up from it.
Speaking of tea, the automatic tea maker could only last so long. Teo liked tea, the gentle permeating steam was calming, almost sopoforic to him. It was very different from wild gliding, but it had a peaceful aspect to it that the boy couldn't help but appreciate.
The wooden wheels didn't creak at all as he ascended the ramp to his father's study, and when he rolled to a stop he could smell the delicious scent of herbal brews. He stopped and inhaled instead of opening the door. If he knew his father, the machinist would have traded one automatic tea maker for quite a large amount of tea, in one of his complicated business deals that no one would understand.
Driven by an unknown emotion, he turned again and left.
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Post by sunil on Oct 15, 2007 16:16:38 GMT -5
Sunil heard the door behind him creak open. He was seated on a wooden chair, his long fingers wrapped around a wooden cup of piping hot lapsang souchong tea. With the mechanist across the room, the two had shared polite conversation while the tea brewed. Sunil, however, now had in his possession an automatic tea maker, for which he had traded virtually all his merchandise. An interesting trade between the two fellows, but Sunil thought it would be greatly appreciated at his parents' tea house in Zhy. It now lay in his backpack after he was shown how to use the odd apparatus.
For a second, he thought he had heard the door behind them open, and he quickly turned his head toward it. Realizing it was nothing at all, he took another sip of his tea and resumed the pleasant chatting with the mechanist.
The warmth he felt inside him from his favorite of beverages was welcome, considering how much time he spent climbing the rocky cliffs...
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Post by sunil on Nov 1, 2007 13:49:52 GMT -5
The rest of Sunil's visit came and went. Spending a maximum of two days at the temple, he made a few sales, emptying his tea supply. Of course, he always had his spare pouch of tea especially for him. And now, he had an automatic tea maker in tow. An interesting thought for his parents' shop in Zhy, though he had to be careful to remember just how to work it. He wound up seeing a good lot of the temple before he left.
But time came when he had to leave. Saying goodbye to the place and the people who dwelt there, he wound up descending the mountain on a hot-air balloon made by the mechanist. Seeing all the countryside before him, he found the very sight to be astonishing. Once more, he was grateful not to be afraid of heights, and even more grateful was he not to have to climb back down the mountain in the same manner in which he ascended.
Finally, as he stepped out of the balloon's basket, which landed at the foot of the mountain, he bowed his head politely to the mechanist and thanked him for his hospitality. After waving to the man as he floated off, Sunil turned and walked off on the mountainous path, heading to his family's home in Zhy.
-Sunil has left this thread-
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