It was a quiet evening as he walked through his cabin, gently setting the hot kettle of tea and a cup on his table. The individual was obviously an elven man in appearance, although he appeared much darker than most elves. He looked almost serene as he took his seat. He was clad in a dark blue kimono with various japanese kanji on it and with his black hair up in a ponytail, his peace showed.
Finally, came the point he had been waiting for all evening, from the kettle, a dark liquid flowed. Steam rose from the stream of liquid, showing just how hot it really was. After just a second, he set the kettle aside and lifted the small cup the liquid had flowed into. He lifted it right to his nostrils, where he inhaled the aroma very deeply. It was a sweet and savory aroma, one he sought after for weeks, months even. He exhaled slowly afterward, setting the cup back down as he savored the aroma.
This aroma was something he had longed for, for months. It was evident in his expression that this wasn't any ordinary tea. It was a recipe that he had longed to make for ages, the aroma itself was so fine it even took him a moment to fully register.
'Ahh...Cherry Blossom tea, brewed with the finest in aged dragonberries,' he thought, 'After nearly six months of waiting...its finally time.' The very moment he thought this, his eyes glanced around the room, as if he was worried about something. In truth, he had been planning this evening for months. He had even wore his special kimono for the occasion, given just how important it was to him. It was only once a year that he could enjoy this tea. Once a year that he had a full evening of peace to himself.
While the tea cooled, he needed to be sure of something. So he stood up from his spot and moved to the door. This is where he opened it carefully, his eyes glancing from left to right as he looked outside. It was just another spring evening and the full moon had just begun to peek over the horizon. He could even see the first stars beginning to make their appearance in the sky. At least, most of the brighter ones. With that, he closed the door and locked it. Being very sure to use each of the locks he had on the door.
His next step was to move over to the window, looking very carefully from right to left a few times. Here he only saw a few people walking in the distance and not much else. After this he took ahold of his curtains and shut them. While he wouldn't normally do this, wanting the last of the sunlight to peek into the room as he drank the tea. He didn't want to take a single chance.
His final step was to glance around the room, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary. He looked in every place he could think of, even under the very table his tea sat. All of this took place in the simple matter of a couple of minutes before he finally took his seat again with a very deep sigh of relief.
Now that the tea had sufficient time to cool, he reached for the cup very slowly. Truth be told, he was actually very nervous. He wondered how the tea itself would taste, he wondered if the full recipe he had received was actually worth the favors he pulled. He even wondered if it had been worth the wait in aging the dragonberries. Most of all, he also hoped that its claimed effect was accurate.
He gulped as he took ahold of the cup, slowly lifting the tea to his mouth. With one hand, he held the saucer and with the other he held the cup. He was visibly shaking as he lifted it slowly, pressing his lips to the edge of the cup. This would be one of the very few occasions where he was actually afraid of something, but, that fear seemed to vanish as the still-warm liquid flowed past his lips.
It was the perfect temperature and as the flavor rushed past his tongue and down his throat he felt it for the first time in a very long time. He felt genuine peace. The combination of the timing, the kimono and the wonderful flavor of the tea made the moment absolutely perfect. It could even be seen in his eyes that he was in complete bliss. It was almost as if he had found the nirvana he was looking for in this very peaceful and quiet moment. It even became one of those very rare occasions where a smile began to form on his face as he set the empty cup down.
“Myeah....Atrum!” a voice cried out and the very instant he heard the voice his ears twitched. That voice immediately shattered the silence and ended the euphoria he had found after drinking that cup of tea. Already, Atrum was beginning to look annoyed as a finger began to poke his shoulder. His brow began to twitch as he slowly closed his eyes.
'Deep breaths Atrum...' he told himself in thought, 'Deep breaths...' He inhaled very deeply through his nose, attempting to find his center as the poking to his shoulder continued. He remained unmoved, however the individual doing as such didn't seem to quit even after half a minute.
“Myeah Atrum!” the voice repeated, the voice itself was rather high and seemed almost child-like, yet, it belonged to someone who had the body of an adult. Worse yet, this individual even wore a very sparkly and glistening outfit, one that seemed to sparkle even when it wasn't in the light. How? Atrum had no clue and he dared not ask either. Especially as his frustration continued to grow. “Myeah Atrum!”
“I knew it was too good to last...” he muttered, his fists clenching as he slowly turned to the overly bedazzled individual. His eyes contained that of a great deal of rage, but also pain and agony. They asked 'why me? Why today?' he almost seemed heartbroken as he began to grind his teeth. “What....are....you....DOING IN MY HOUSE?!” Atrum roared as he swung his fist at the individual.
Normally, his fist would make contact with an individual, however, this wasn't a normal situation as a sound echoed throughout his house. With a 'doolooloop!' the sparkly individual was behind him.
“Can't I pay a visit to my best friend?” the sparkly individual asked, “You seemed lonely too!”
If there was another person in the room, he'd hear the veins popping in Atrum's forehead by now. His knuckles even cracked on instinct as he grew more and more frustrated.
“I am not your friend! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!” he roared, taking another swing at the individual. “AND HOW DID YOU EVEN GET INTO MY HOUSE?!” Only to hear another 'doolooloop' before he vanished. This time reappearing on Atrum's head. Which only worked to frustrate him even further.
“Oh! I came in through the window!” the individual replied, pointing his finger in the direction of the now fully opened window. Much to Atrum's dismay.
“B-but how! I locked it!”
“Silly Atrum...I ate the lock!” This in turn caused Atrum to take another swing, this time with the nearest blunt object he could find. In this case, it was his sheathed sword. However, like the previous attempts on the individual, it missed. This time though it only resulted in him striking himself on the head.
After Atrum recovered however, he began to chase the individual around his home. Taking swings at him in whatever ways he possibly could. Each time he missed, he only grew angrier and angrier. Along with that, he also broke another one of his personal belongings. He screamed, he roared and he shattered several windows in his home as well as many of his ceramics. Even going as far as to shatter his table when the individual jumped on it for a brief moment. It went on for a good two hours and the whole village heard his shouts by that time.
“Well, that was fun! I'll see you around Atrum!” the individual called out as he walked out of the door. This left Atrum collapsed quietly on the floor of his cabin, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression on his face. It was in this moment that a single tear slid down his cheek.
'Is a little peace and quiet too much to ask for...?' he asked himself as he heard his tea kettle shatter when it finally hit the floor. “BUFFOONS!” his voice boomed. It was then that the people of the village knew full well what had transpired that night.