"Here you are, my queen, I'm not very good at making it, but this is the best rose tea I can make." Aaron was busy serving tea to Astrid on the snow-covered balcony. He was very interested in flowers, so of course he had been interested in dried petals for a long time. His interest in the arts related to the dyes made from dried leaves, the possibilities of tea from dried leaves, and many other things came in handy at times like this.
"Thank you, but I still think it's rather bewildering. I can understand the house changing according to one's tastes, but I can't understand having everything from food stock to dried flower petals in the house." When Astrid uttered these words, Aaron opened his mouth to reply, but the words stuck in his throat.
He must have been distracted by the distant flapping of wings, for he said nothing and focused on where the flapping was coming from.
