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tamingthemuseTitle: Unorthodox means
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 381 - Scrimmage
Warnings: None.
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: Everything's mine.
Beta: Not even proofread.
Summary: Soemtimes, when you don't have a clue, you have to resort to unorthodox means. Part of a longer story in progress.
Georgia set the teapot on the coffee table, and dosed carefully the Lady Grey tea she had purchased in a small tea shop in the ancient part of the city. The citrus-flavored blend infused in the not quite boiling water, and she turned her timer on to have the best beverage, not too light, but still light enough not to be overexcited by the theine.
Julian came to sit back on the couch, beside her but not too closed. He looked at the tea package with curiosity.
"Ah yes, I know that shop. They have some really tasty blends. The owner knows her stuff."
Georgia smiled. She knew the owner, a lovely old lady that had spent her life travelling around the world before coming back home and settling in that shop, to be able to watch her grandchildren grow. Unlike her, her children had taken the first opportunity to stop travelling and get a steady job and a steady life, as they were tired of changing home all the time. Their mother didn't blame them, but Georgia knew she sometimes regretted the more independent life she had had before.
"She had the opportunity to taste most of her teas where they are produced. She knows more about tea traditions than most of the books I've read on the matter. You should take the time to make her talk about it, one of these days. You won't regret it."
"I most certainly will", Julian replied.
"I guess it's time to get into the scrimmage", Georgia stated, taking a file from her wrk desk nearby. She had taken the time to put the papers she had prepared for Julian in a manila folder she had discovered in box full of things she hadn't had time to sort out until then. She thought it would look more professional, and less like her messy self.
She handed the folder to her neighbor, and got herself buy with the tea while he was reading the translation she had put together. She had also added pictures of the tablets, and a quick analysis of the language and of what she had been able to gather about the context.
Julian started to speak as she was handing him the cup she had just filled with tea. He looked as if he knew what he was about to tell would not please her at all.
"This word, there ..." He pointed out one of the few words Georgia had been pulling her hair off over in the past weeks, "I've already read it elsewhere. For my job."
Georgia couldn't help but pull a face at his words. Well, it was because he worked in a pagan shop that she had wanted to show him her work in the first place, but she was still wary of the whole New Age wave that has taken over her celtic study objects and turned them into some composite religion.
Julian noticed the way she looked now, and smiled slightly. He was used to that kind of reactions, especially from highly-trained scholars.
"I know how it must look like to you, but maybe it can help you. Most of the elements from neopagan religions come from actual history, sometimes wraped, yes, but it might get you a clue, at least."
He was right. She had nothing to lose, anyway. It's not like she had claimed she was talking to a neopagan about her work through the linguistic department, and beside, she had absolutely no other lead to work on.
"Alright", she said. "Tell me what it's supposed to be about."
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Prompt 381 - Scrimmage
Warnings: None.
Rating: Gen
Disclaimer: Everything's mine.
Beta: Not even proofread.
Summary: Soemtimes, when you don't have a clue, you have to resort to unorthodox means. Part of a longer story in progress.
Georgia set the teapot on the coffee table, and dosed carefully the Lady Grey tea she had purchased in a small tea shop in the ancient part of the city. The citrus-flavored blend infused in the not quite boiling water, and she turned her timer on to have the best beverage, not too light, but still light enough not to be overexcited by the theine.
Julian came to sit back on the couch, beside her but not too closed. He looked at the tea package with curiosity.
"Ah yes, I know that shop. They have some really tasty blends. The owner knows her stuff."
Georgia smiled. She knew the owner, a lovely old lady that had spent her life travelling around the world before coming back home and settling in that shop, to be able to watch her grandchildren grow. Unlike her, her children had taken the first opportunity to stop travelling and get a steady job and a steady life, as they were tired of changing home all the time. Their mother didn't blame them, but Georgia knew she sometimes regretted the more independent life she had had before.
"She had the opportunity to taste most of her teas where they are produced. She knows more about tea traditions than most of the books I've read on the matter. You should take the time to make her talk about it, one of these days. You won't regret it."
"I most certainly will", Julian replied.
"I guess it's time to get into the scrimmage", Georgia stated, taking a file from her wrk desk nearby. She had taken the time to put the papers she had prepared for Julian in a manila folder she had discovered in box full of things she hadn't had time to sort out until then. She thought it would look more professional, and less like her messy self.
She handed the folder to her neighbor, and got herself buy with the tea while he was reading the translation she had put together. She had also added pictures of the tablets, and a quick analysis of the language and of what she had been able to gather about the context.
Julian started to speak as she was handing him the cup she had just filled with tea. He looked as if he knew what he was about to tell would not please her at all.
"This word, there ..." He pointed out one of the few words Georgia had been pulling her hair off over in the past weeks, "I've already read it elsewhere. For my job."
Georgia couldn't help but pull a face at his words. Well, it was because he worked in a pagan shop that she had wanted to show him her work in the first place, but she was still wary of the whole New Age wave that has taken over her celtic study objects and turned them into some composite religion.
Julian noticed the way she looked now, and smiled slightly. He was used to that kind of reactions, especially from highly-trained scholars.
"I know how it must look like to you, but maybe it can help you. Most of the elements from neopagan religions come from actual history, sometimes wraped, yes, but it might get you a clue, at least."
He was right. She had nothing to lose, anyway. It's not like she had claimed she was talking to a neopagan about her work through the linguistic department, and beside, she had absolutely no other lead to work on.
"Alright", she said. "Tell me what it's supposed to be about."
