The atmosphere in the dining hall of the Dartwood manor soon resumed its normalcy. It was as though the earlier events hadn't taken place at all. The servants and butler were sent away for now, leaving just the Dartwood's and their guests in the dining hall. There was an odd silence now at the table.
Because Frederick, had just taken out a Kitthale fruit and laid it out on the table in front of him for his family to see. "I have submitted the other to the elders already. This one..is just for us."
Hearing his words, the rest of the Dartwood's breath sped up in excitement.
The watched on as Fredrick carefully cut into it with a silver knife, and then split it into five equal pieces on separate plates. Kyra could see the anticipation and excitement of the Dartwoods as they seemed to have held their breaths.
A familiar refreshing faint yellowish glow spread out as the citrus-like flavour spread out in the air as he passed the plates around.
