The hydroponic farm was filled with warmth, not just from the soft, bioluminescent glow of controlled environment and the Vitae Arboris plants, but from the quiet giggles of two girls stuffing their faces like starved chipmunks.
Seated on the soft grass-like growth beneath the towering, spiraling flora, Charis and Carlotta munched away at the leftover sweets from the banquet, their cheeks puffed out with every bite. Between them, a neatly arranged platter of delicate pastries, crystallized fruits, and golden wafers slowly but surely dwindled with each passing second.
Charis, her silver hair faintly glowing under the soft cyan light, chewed thoughtfully before looking up at her companion.
