The black-grey kettle was steaming with white vapor as it was lifted from the stove. When the lid was opened, the mist spread like an ethereal realm, watched closely by a pair of bright, slightly moist eyes from behind.
Elisa's fair hand turned off the fire, picked up the kettle, and poured the boiling water into the white porcelain tea set, watching the light red tea leaves swirl up, forming a circle of foam, floating up and down.
Her every move was careful, as if shining. After preparing three cups of tea, she smiled slightly, contentedly placing them on a silver tray, and carried it out with one hand.
Outside, the Big Cat People and Mr. Bakins were sitting on the terrace of the platform. The grapevine planted by Atira had already spread its tendrils; the lush leaves formed a canopy overhead, casting fragmented light and shadow. The Lion Paladin was engrossed with a carving knife, crafting a brand-new pipe.
"Reed, Mr. Bakins, Miss Xiesta, the tea is ready."
