It’s been a time since Kirschtaria’s arrival, during the raging chaos of that unknown war. Too short to truly forget, but long enough to find some semblance of normality in the midst of it all; to settle into a routine, and carve out a life for themselves. Some scars remain throughout the city, but that was the purpose of scars; to act as an eternal reminder.
The only silver-lining of the situation were the people; some strange, some curious, all trying. Perhaps it’s too early to call them all friends, but inviting one to tea certainly seems like the best place to start.
Soft music flits through the air, interrupted by the one-two beat of a knock at the door. The tea’s left to steep for the time being. “Good day, Miss Frostnova. You’re looking quite well.” Kirsch opens the door wider; an invitation. “I’ve already put the tea on. Do you have a preference between biscuits?”
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