M a h i k a h
It was a small coffee shop, on the corner of two quiet streets in an area outside Neopian Central. You had never been there before, but you had walked by. Today was a cold, dreary, rainy day outside, and from the street the coffee shop looked very warm and inviting. Your rain coat was soaking and without your umbrella your face and hair was dripping wet. Annoyed at yourself and the weather, you decided to go in and dry off. I can wait til the rain dies down, you thought, these errands can wait a bit longer.
You pushed the door open and the warmth and the smell of fresh coffee engulfed you. The little bell jingled behind you as the stepped in. You took a look around. There was a big window facing one of the streets, with rich red curtains partially drawn to keep out some of the cold. There were a couple large arm chairs near the window, a half-dozen round tables with chairs and a counter with bar seats. There were a couple cakes and pies on the counter, as well as pans of cookies and loaves of bread behind the glass. Soft music was playing, something a bit jazzy. There were only a couple customers: a mother kougra and her daughter sat at a table, the mother drinking coffee and the daughter eating a cookies and colouring in a book; a cybunny, a katcheek and a shoyru, all of them looked like they were college students, were drinking coffee together and arguing; an elderly gelert couple were sitting together drinking tea. It was cramped but cozy, and it smelled delightful.
Before you realize it, a female aisha with a checkered face and a blue apron was right in your face. "Hey, mister," she said angrily, her face a scowl. "Good job cleaning off those boots! I have better things to do than clean up the mud that people like you track in!
She began brushing up, bumping your feet with her mop. "S-sorry," you said, taken aback. "I didn't mean to." You noticed the other customers turn to look at you, and you felt suddenly embarrassed.
Her face softened slightly, though she still scowled. "Mhhn," she said, brushing her mop past your feet again. "S'alright." She stepped back from you and puts the mop away. "No harm done. Can I get you anything?" she asked, her voice much more friendly now.
."Um, yes please. Just a coffee would be nice," you said.
."Of course," she said, smiling, and she turned to get you a drink.
Name : Mahikah
Nickname : Mahi
Age : 21
Species : aisha
Gender : female
Paint : checkered
Build : medium
Fur : light and dark grey
Eyes : dark blue
Traits : face checkered; right side of
body dark and her left side light;
right paw light and left paw dark.
Clothes : wears a red bow; generally
dresses in a basic dress with long skirts or
skinny jeans and tshirts
Occupation : owner and barista
at Mahikah's Coffee Shop
Personality : loving, determined
spontaneous, spirited, moody
Strengths : loving, mature, devoted,
makes a good cup of coffee
has a lovely laugh, tries new things
Weaknesses : rash, disagreeable, stubborn,
needs someone for emotional support, mopes like a teenager
sensitive but not sensible
|I was born. Simple as that. I had a childhood and a family, just like any other pet. I was a normal aisha kitten. There was nothing remotely remarkable about me. No, I can't quite say that; I did have odd colouring. My face and body was pattern of black and white, like a checker board. But it wasn't anything special.
||My father was an innkeeper. He was a good man and a hard worker. My mama worked along side him as his partner and his equal. They were young, but they has faced hardship together and were strong because of it. They were loving parents, and they gave me all their love as well as a younger brother.
I worked in the inn with my parents. It was a good inn, with clean sheets and good food. It was also a busy inn, right outside of a large town, and we always had occupied rooms. But I rarely interacted with our guests, when I was a child; my mama was protective and felt that some of the men who stayed with us were not always good men. Instead, I washed sheets and swept floors with my mama. She would tell stories and jokes as we worked. As I grew older, my jobs changed. I would serve food and drink to our guests. It was doing this that I first fell in love.
||He was a merchant, a relatively wealthy and respectable young man. He was starting up a shop in town, and needed a place to stay for a while. I was in the throws of adolescence and, naturally, I flirted and pined and hoped that he would notice me. And he did.
|We began courting. I was hesitant, but ecstatic. I loved him, so much that it was painful. And he would whisper sweet nothings as if he loved me, too, and I believed him as a young girl would. Soon, we were betrothed. I was excited at the idea; I would love him, forever, and I dreamed of us living happily together.
||But some dreams just aren't meant to be. He broke my heart and he broke me. He left me on the floor of my room, broken and sobbing. I didn't think I would ever heal. I could see no light at the end of the tunnel.
|Hurt seemingly beyond repair, I left town. I had a bag that I filled with items and memories of my childhood, and slung that over my shoulder and left. I caught rides from strangers until I reached a large city. But, as I found, a penniless young girl can find little kindness in a large city. I made a living for a brief time wandering streets and committing petty thievery. I lived from day to day, keeping busy to avoid the pain and depression. But, slowly, miraculously, I was falling out of love.
It was a miracle, in my young mind; I was so deeply in love before. I thought it was irreversible. I encountered other minor miracles in the city, as well; it was a wonder, for example, that I was never caught for my thievery and that I was able to avoid other trouble.
||But my luck ran out. It was a cold, damp winter, and I fell ill. As a homeless street urchin, I had no money nor any medicine and nobody to care for me. The mild illness I had worsened and became pneumonia. My cough grew severe until I was spitting blood and I had a dangerous fever. I was delirious. I was alone and dying in a back alley of an unknown city. I fell asleep, and in my feverish dreams I knew I was never going to wake up. My death was coming.
|But it didn't. When I awoke, I was no longer in a frayed jacket on the dirty ground, slumped against the wall; I was in a warm, comfortable bed. I had been saved. It was a miracle.
As my vision cleared, I took a look around the room. "Ah," said a deep voice. "You're awake.
||I was still slightly disoriented, but I felt much better. Above me was a tall, medium-built white zafara. He had a kind, if not slightly satisfied, look on his face. There was a strange yellow glow above his head. He smiled, his teeth flashing white. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
I opened my mouth and croaked out a response. "Alright." It sounded like I hadn't used my voice in several years.
He chuckled. "Well, I'm very glad. Here, this will help," he said, and handed me a cup of hot liquid. I noticed the bright greenish blue of his eyes. "I was very worried about you. I didn't think that you would make it," he said, his voice heavy with honesty.
I wasn't mistaken; it was a miracle. I was alive, but more importantly I had found an angel.
||I fell asleep very quickly after I first talked to my savior. But we talked again, for longer and longer as I grew more strong. He revealed that his name was Garan. I asked him if he was an angel; he laughed, and didn't say anything else. I was very happy to spend time with him, either way, and my health was improving every day.
But I had not emerged from my battle with death unscathed. My heart was strong, but other parts of my body had been weakened. I was still sick, even though I seemed healthy. I might fall ill suddenly, and then there would be nothing left to do. I couldn't be saved. I was shocked to learn this, but I accepted it, and I began learning how to live again. I found a family who loved me, I made new friends and enemies and loves, I opened my own shop. I started living each day as if it were my last, and I grew happy.
There's only us
There's only this
Or life is yours to miss
No other road
No other way
No day but today
Have you realized that without the darkness, there is no light?
That without the pain, there is no joy?
That without the ugly, there is no beautiful?
That without the cruelty, there is no kindness?
That without the hate, there is no love?
There are people who live their entire lives in shades of grey. Monotonous lives, every day the same as the day before. But these are half-lives. These people live their lives as if they are apologizing for their existence. Oh, I'm sorry, did I bother you? I'll go stand over there in the corner. These people live half-lives.
Wouldn't you rather live? Truely live? Wouldn't you rather feel heartbreaking pain and despair, but also euphoric, ecstatic joy? Wouldn't you rather laugh and cry and love and hate and scream? Wouldn't you rather live in extremes and feel everything, rather than feeling nothing at all?
Wouldn't you rather live?
I know I would.
late nights o
|o monotony |
o stubborn people
o chamomile tea
There's nothing like waking up in the morning and smelling coffee brewing, that familiar and comforting smell. And afternoon tea by the fireplace on a dreary autumn day, earl grey or orange pekoe. And hot chocolate with marshmallows at the kitchen table after coming home from a chilly winter day spend in the snow. It's coffee shops with jazz music playing. It's drinking tea in bed to sooth a sore throat. And staying up all night with friends and a pot of coffee, telling stories. It's opening up to somebody over a cappuccino and showing him a little bit of your heart. It's a cool glass of iced tea on a stifling hot summer day. It's tea made with peppermint from the garden. And reading late at night with a mug of mocha. It's coming together with friends and family and strangers, but also being alone and independent and enjoying that. It's what I love.
Coffee Beans (_)
Golden Juppie Delight (_)
House Blend Coffee (x)
House Blend with Cream (x)
Kabuggle Mocha (x)
Krakuberry Mocha (x)
Pinanna Cappucino (x)
Purple Juppie Java (x)
Purplum Mocha (_)
Spironut with Cream (x)
Strong Berry Java (x)
Tigersquash Cappucino (x)
Thornberry Java with Cream (x)
Weevil Coffee (x)
Zeenana Cappucino (_)
Ice Blended Coffee (x) thank you, Arte!
Ice Blended Mint Coffee (_)
Ice Blended Mocha Coffee (_)
Iced Coconut Coffee (_)
Banana Cream Coffee (x)
Cobrall Coffee (x)
Green Tea (x)
Breakfast Tea (x)
Chamomile Tea (x)
Earl Grey Tea (x)
Mint Tea (x)
Thornberry Tea (x)
Strongberry Tea (x)
Flaming Bomberry Tea (x)
Snowberry Tea (x)
Iced Blackberry Tea (x)
Tchea Tea (x)
Strawberry Spice Tea (_)
Sunflower Tea (_)
Ummagine Tea (_)
Blairnut Tea (x)
Azzle Tea (_)
Purblare Tea (_)
Spring Flower Tea (_)
Spicy Herbal Tea (x)
Noil Tea (x)
Sludge Frappucino (x)
Rancid Dung Coffee (x)
Cake Coffee (x)
Cup of Hot Borovan (x)
Kau Kau Farm Milk (x)
Low Fat Milk (x)
Coffee and Marshmallows (x)
Above are the items I have or want to have in my Coffee Shop. X's indicate what items I already have. If you'd like to donate, I would probably love you forever. :3
| This is Cinnamon. She's my caregiver. She lives in Brightval, but she comes to visit me often at my shop in Neopian Central. Through her, I've got a whole family; Cinnamon takes care of between seven and fifteen pets at any given time, permies and fosters. Cinnamon cares deeply about me, I can tell, though she is occasionally annoying. She says staying up late and drinking lots of coffee is bad for your health. You know what? I don't care. I still love Cinnamon, though, regardless; I know that she's there for me. She and I share similar ideas about love and how to live, and I really respect her. We drink tea together often.
||This is Kioshna Stjärna Arenn. She lives in Faerieland and works as an apprentice at the library there. Kio is a fun, spunky, flirty girl. She and I met through Cinnamon, and we became very close. Kioshna is a sweetheart, a lovely shoyru, but I couldn't be with her; I had Garan. I broke her heart and we've never been the same. I can't even look at her anymore, I feel so guilty. Luckily, she avoids me. I wish things had been different between us.
Garantho Angelus Marx saved my life, and taught me to live again. I love Garan, more than anything. We spend long nights talking and drinking tea. We disagree sometimes - for example, he believes that to live, one must love and only love. I believe that to live, one must feel everything; every extreme, every emotion, love and hate; at long as one feels, one is alive. Honestly though, I'm not sure how to describe him briefly; he's just ... my life. He's everything.
||This is Vitiyha. She's young and innocent and occasionally very annoying. She's quiet judgmental and unsympathetic, as teenagers often are; she believes that I caused the misfortune in my life by myself. We don't agree on many things, but she's a sweetheart. I keep an eye on her because I'm a bit afraid she'll get into trouble someday.
Sarah Aminora is a warrior lupess from Maraqua. She spent her life protecting Maraqua from pirates, and she was a part of the army that restored this city to its glory just a few years back. She is a fierce, dedicated woman. She scares me; she doesn't seem to know the consequences of her actions. We do not get along that well. She thinks that I am foolish and weak, though she seems to find me mildly fascinating, and I think she is foolish and rash.
Estella Laila Stjärna is the goddess of the stars. he creates and destroys and moves the stars around the sky. Stella takes the humanity that people produce – the love, the hate, the passion, the desire, the fear, the hope – and turns them into glowing, pulsating stars. Her stars have saved me, but I know they spell my doom. Stella knows more than she lets on, and I can tell that she knows my future. I am torn as to whether I wish to know it, as well.
Mariquet ... ? Where did you go? D:
Oh, there she is. Mariquet is my Delfin.
I don't know exactly why Cinnamon gave her to me, to be honest. Because I can't swim. And she really prefers to be in the water, when possible. I don't really feel the need for a petpet, but now that I have her I have to take care of her. But that's okay; Mariquet is cute, and she always cleans up after me. She's ridiculous picky about cleanliness, so I have her clean up my shop sometimes. It's nice, since I hate cleaning and I always make a mess.
Apparently, delfins are supposed to be very intelligent, so you can teach them tricks. But I haven't managed to teach Mariquet any yet.
Below is some artwork that my owner, Cinnamon, and her friends have drawn of me. How nice, right? ^__^ For a full-size view, drag the image up to the URL bar.
Come again? :3 Trades are always welcome, just send Cinnamon a neomail.
It had grown late. The rain is still pouring down outside, but Mahikah had begun to close her shop. All the other customers had left. As she wiped off your table, she smiled. "Thanks for coming by, honey. It was nice to meet you.".
You took the last sip from your cup of coffee, which had begun to grow cold. "I enjoyed it. Thank you. And it truly is a lovely shop you've got here," you added sincerely.
She laughed and took your cup. "Thanks. You can come back and visit me again, if you'd like. Next time I'll make a pot of tea and we can talk for longer.".
You smiled as you stood up and begun to put on your rain coat. "I'd like that. But I must get going. I do hope the rain dies down, though. It's still dreadful outside.".
She nods. "It is. But you know, there's something exhilarating about the rain. It's so fresh and clean and ... doesn't it just make you feel alive?" she asked, her words an honest question.
You eyed the window hesitantly. "Well, yes, perhaps some rain. But this one feels so cold and wintery. It's a bit unpleasant, really." You figure that you can get your errands done tomorrow, when it's less rainy or when you have an umbrella. Getting home tonight will be a victory in itself.
She laughed. "Alright, fine. You just get home safe, whether you enjoy it or not. Goodbye til you come again.".
The cold, moist air blew around you as you opened the door, but you still smiled. "Goodbye." You closed the door behind you and stepped into the rain. As you hurried down the street home, you took one last look behind you. "And good luck," you whispered.