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Liette

(#11459497)

Level 1 Snapper

Familiar

Afternoon Tea

Energy: 49/50

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Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

5.65 m

Wingspan

2.77 m

Weight

4968.03 kg

Genetics

Banana
Iridescent

Seafoam
Shimmer

Aqua
Points

Hatchday

Mar 13, 2015
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Snapper

Eye Type

Lightning
Goat

Level 1 Snapper

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

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QCK

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Lineage

Parents

Fauno
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Offspring

Biography

L I E T T E
Tea Maker

Master tea brewer of the clan, Liette has gained a respectable reputation for her tea across the light territory. Impatient and a bit doddery herself, she is getting old in the bones and falls asleep easily, sometimes between her long rambles on the subject of fine china. She enjoys creating one of a kind brews for her clients with traces of magic, they have mild properties to soothe, heal, excite, energise and embolden. Whilst her work is gentle, many of her regulars prefer her tea to her more heavy-handed competitors. Her clients are usually grey about the whiskers, or particularly ardent connoisseurs from across Sornieth. Word of mouth serves her business well.

Her recipes are almost entirely herbal and floral tisanes, but she makes large batches of green and black teas now and then. Whilst she does have a bit of a temper, she would never chastise someone for using honey or lemon and has a sweet tooth herself. Despite this fact, not many hatchlings in the clan are keen to work with her as an apprentice. She is always eagerly looking for help in her kitchen and wishes to pass on her knowledge to the next generation, but her emphasis on the hard work, complex botanical knowledge and subtle magic hasn't helped her yet...

Sirvard began by tying on her apron and braiding back her mane. Then she flung open the windows to the kitchen; birdsong floated in on the breeze, the familiar dawn chorus that accompanied the start of her working day. She started the fire in the stove and began to prepare for the morning tea rush. Bocote was outside setting down the chairs and benches, she gave Sirvard a wave and an assuring nod, as if to say 'good luck, you'll need it.'

She sighed. She didn't need luck, she needed to keep her chin up. Something Liette never made easy...

"Sirvard! Sirvard!" Liette came bustling into the kitchen, her shawl pulled about her shoulders, "Child, is that you?"
"Yes, Madam. Have you misplaced your--?"
"I have misplaced my spectacles." She declared, grumbling to herself, "And we cannot begin until they are returned to their rightful place upon my snout."
"Certainly, Madam, where did you last remember taking them off?"
"The library, I presume." She scoffed, "Blasted stairs, we need some sort of elevator, a good proper contraption from my home flight. My knees are smarting this morning, child, would you please hurry down and fetch them? They should on my usual desk."
"Of course, Madam Liette. I'll be back soon--"
"Hurry back soon!" She barked.

Sirvard smiled and huffed to herself as she scampered around the corner and down the central spiral stair case of the lair. Liette could hardly see without her spectacles and now she was losing her hearing. She didn't enjoy have orders yelled at her yet she knew Liette couldn't help it. Her tone was always curt and clipped, many apprentices had apparently quit under her tutelage in the past. Sirvard thought they must have taken up the apprenticeship as an easy ride compared to the hard graft of glassblowing or forging, or the strenuous studies of magic and scrying. Liette would have changed their tune within the first minute.

She passed by many dragons trotting up for their morning tea and breakfast, curious as to where she was going. Many gave her condolences as she explained her situation, poor Sirvard running around for the tea-tyrant.

"She's going grey, she's going loopy, she's mean, she's bitter..."

She put the words out of her mind. Arriving all the way at the bottom of the lair to the labyrinthine library, she began her search. Sirvard knew she always sat by the enchanted fireplace that gave off heat and light but would never singe a book. She found her sturdy wooden chair with a tall back and the oak desk that needed sanding and oiling from years of wear.
It was littered with papers. Hundreds of papers in neat, squared piles. Sirvard didn't recognise the handwriting at first, for it was tiny and dainty. The papers seemed to be organised chronologically, or at least, it had been attempted. Some of the dates were out of order and others were slipped into an undated pile of letters and notes. The handwriting grew heavier and wobblier through the decades of notations and it became clear it was her Mistress' own journaling and tasting notes.

Hundreds of descriptions of Camelia species, a commentary on tea as currency through Sornieth's history, perhaps the very first diagram of an electric kettle... Liette had been working all her life to create something as easily dismissed and overlooked as tea. From its cultivation, to its harvest, to the aging, brewing and ceremony that surrounded it.

Sirvard found herself smiling before she felt a pang of sadness. All this time Liette had been working alone to share and conserve this knowledge. She must have spent hours in the library giving herself headaches and cricks in the neck to compile this knowledge.

She quickly went back to her search. The little gold spectacles were under the chair, they must have dropped from her pocket as she left. Sirvard galloped up the stairs two at a time with new found energy. She scurried into the kitchen and presented the Spectacles with a bow to Liette.

"Madam, I just wanted to say, if you ever need my help with anything please let me know! I want to be able to do my best to help in any way I can!"
Liette eyed her as she stirred camomile a large pan on the stove, "Don't be presumptuous, you'll wear yourself out if try to throw yourself in all at once."
"I am serious, Madam Liette. I saw your work down in the library and I --"
"Snooping were we?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sirvard shrank back, perhaps it was a little presumptuous to go rummaging through her notes.

"Bah, those letters are a never-ending burden... I ought to toss them out, but Baglis won't let me."
"Please don't!" Sirvard pleaded, placing a paw on her shoulder, "You have so much to share, so much vital insight. I would be so pleased to help compile it together, in fact, I could do it after hours in the evening to spare you coming down to the library, I could help you re-order it and --"
"Hold your hippogriffs." She stomped her foot on the ground, "Now I admire your passion, Child, but I can't have you coming in to interfere with my life's work if you're going to admit defeat half way through because you tired yourself out."

"Apologies." Sirvard said, shying away and giving a bow, "I didn't mean to speak out of turn..."

Liette scratched her chin for a moment and sighed, "I could... perhaps... use your help. However, I couldn't let you do it alone. Would you really mind coming to the library some afternoons with this old crone? I know I bicker away at you enough most of the day, you mustn't volunteer if you believe you'd get sick of me..."

"Never." Sirvard grinned, "thank you for the opportunity."
"Mmm, very well." Liette went back to her brewing, rumbling to herself about something or other before turning to her apprentice, "And of yes, thank you for my spectacles child..."

Coded by @Palushiemalus #124501
Bordered Gifs by @Delamire

Adoptable by Stormdragon #5665

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