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Post by Eila Amara Hansa on Jul 24, 2014 9:21:17 GMT
  Eila turned down her bedding, humming a little tune. She often used her room for private lessons or so people could stop and chit-chat. Her talons scratched across the wooden floors as she bustled about her morning routine. The room was decorated in hues of purples, pinks, canaries and turquoise. Silk fabric hung from the ceiling, brushing against strewn chaise loungers. Brightly colored lanterns hung from the ceiling creating soft lighting and fresh flowers permeated through the summer air. Eila liked the bold colors. She believed it helped create a more vibrant energy. There was a large open space before the door way that she used to tutor students and practice yoga.
Eila's mouth opened and she let out a big yawn. She stretched out her long legs and ruffled her feathers. Before she could even think about yoga, she had to have some caffeine. Picking up the ornate, brass teapot, she filled it to the brim with hot water and placed a few herbs and spices into and empty tea cup. Delicately, she poured the water, seeping through the tea leaves. Eila placed another teacup on the table, in case she was expecting company. She lifted the cup to her nose, breathing in the fragrant notes. A smiled creeped upon her face. Saffron, cardamon, and clove hit her senses filling her head with thoughts of home. Reaching under the table, she lifted out this month's edition of Us Weekly and haphazardly flipped the pages, gently blowing over her cup.
 this is for TAGGED. Open. WORDCOUNT 281.YOUR NOTES. It's 1:51 AM and I am wide awake song.The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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