[ hilda and soo-won's perfect tea time ]

[recrowns]

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[recrowns]

[a beat]

Though I've also been called an airhead, so perhaps it's that.

[axecessory]

If it's okay for me to be who I need to be, shouldn't you be allowed to be a little selfish?

[ even if they do have to save the universe or whatever, she doesn't expect or want everyone to be too selfless about it. there's a smile in her voice though, teasing. ]

You do seem a little like an airhead.

[recrowns]

Fufu, perhaps I simply enjoy myself.

[no he's an airhead

but at the mention of her words, soo-won just smiles]

Oh, that's true. I wonder what I should get to be a little selfish about? When I take my tea time, maybe....

[axecessory]

[ it's fine, some people probably call her an airhead too. they can be pretty and floaty together. ]

Well, you're always welcome to be selfish around me.

[ she won't tattle. ]

And by that I mean you should definitely have tea with me more often. You're fun to talk to! Even if I don't have any juicy secrets to give you.

[recrowns]

Ah, thank you for keeping my selfish secrets.

[but he smiles at that - apparently pleased with the tea invitation as well as the compliment]

You're enjoyable company as well - is the tea to your liking? The stars?

[axecessory]

[ he seems very genteel to her so far... she looks up above them, really taking in the stars. ]

I could spend all day here... It's perfect.

[ well, mostly. tea bags and electric kettles don't make for a perfect brew, and it's not a real sky, but she says it like she means it. ]

Though actually, I can think of a few things that'd make it better. Why don't you tell me a story?

[ whether it's a memory, a fable, whatever. it's either that or she asks for a song. ]

[recrowns]

[it's about as perfect as they can get for the moment - but soo-won laughs a bit at that]

I don't know how much of a bard I am... but I can certainly try.

I only have one thing to request: I'd like a story from you in exchange. Deal?

[axecessory]

Sure, I can try and come up with something.

[ She's no troubadour either, but there's plenty of monastery hijinks to choose from. ]

Let me hear it, Won!

[recrowns]

Hmm... Then how about this -

The tale of an incompetent noble son made into a proud farmer?

[he's roasting someone but hilda will never know]

[axecessory]

A noble to a farmer?

[ huh. interesting. ]

That's definitely something I'd like to hear.

[recrowns]

I suppose he was technically both.

[sure,,

he laughs a little bit even as he looks up to the stars as if they'll help him tell his story]

Kan Tae-Jun - the second son of the Fire Lord - but not particularly skilled in much. He was not the favored son of a military-based leadership, without strategy or swordsmanship to his name. However he was suddenly sent to a part of their lands - desolate, struggling to find a way to cultivate their crops - and as you could guess, he wasted away a bit.

He found it hard to find his footing, struggling without the protection of his brother. Famine and illness etched itself into the framework of the town, plaguing its citizens... and he, a lord without hope for help, was suddenly scrambling.

It's sad, isn't it? When those tasked to rule are unable to do so.

[axecessory]

It certainly is. Though I feel worse for his people than for him.

[ the duke of her territory is perfect in every way, can't relate. but even if she has zero interest in politics, hilda finds herself kind of annoyed watching nobles make a mess of things. ]

So, what happened to him?