"Dear cousin," Magnus greeted his guest who waited for him sitting at the flowery decorated tea table, in the garden adherent to the Silver Wing. The man raised quickly and bowed at once upon seeing him. "Are you ready for today's special tea?"
"I guess I'm as ready as I could be. There are many things I am curious to find from the lady," Daemon answered.
"As am I, cousin. Let's sit and wait then, she'll soon be here," he looked at the chairs, inviting them to sit down.
The garden, a tapestry of nature's artistry, was the perfect place to sit and receive the gentle caress of the sun's golden touch. Blossoms unfurled their delicate petals, revealing a kaleidoscope of hues that painted the air with a symphony of colours.
