Chapter 50 - C:52

As I parted ways with Ayla, I made my way back to the house, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow over the village. The day had been peaceful, filled with moments of quiet intimacy and flirtation, and I couldn't help but feel the warmth of satisfaction as I approached the front door. Pushing it open, I stepped inside to find both Mom and Aunt Mira sitting casually on the couch in the hall, talking quietly with each other. Their heads turned the moment I entered, their expressions lighting up as if they had been waiting for me.

"There he is!" Mom exclaimed with a grin, immediately standing up. Mira followed suit, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Before I could even get a word in, they both rushed toward me, barraging me with questions, their voices playful yet teasing.

"So, when are you cooking for us again?" Mom asked, her hands on her hips, giving me that playful but stern look she always used when she was trying to be serious. "I can't believe how good that meal was, Rosé! I've eaten food from some of the finest cooks, but you've set a new standard!"

Mira chimed in, stepping closer with a smile that mirrored Mom's amusement. "It's true. Now that we know you can cook like that, you're not getting away from it. We're going to expect you to make meals every day!"

I chuckled, shaking my head as I leaned against the doorframe, letting their words wash over me. "Every day, huh? You two don't ask for much, do you?"

"Oh, it's not a request," Mira said with a sly grin. "It's more of a demand. Once you set the bar that high, we can't go back to anything else."

Mom nodded, crossing her arms as she leaned closer, her tone playful but insistent. "That's right. You've spoiled us now, Rosé. There's no turning back."

I laughed, running a hand through my long hair, still adjusting to the idea of having gained such skills over time. "I'll see what I can do, but you two are really making it hard to keep up with your expectations."

They both laughed softly, and for a moment, the conversation lightened, though the teasing tone lingered in the air. It wasn't long before Mom's expression changed, her eyes widening as if she had just remembered something important.

"Wait a minute," she said, turning toward Mira before looking back at me. "I totally forgot! I invited Ayla over earlier today, and I completely lost track of time because of... well, the Elantra session." Her cheeks flushed lightly, a soft pink hue spreading across her face as she mentioned it. "I didn't mean to forget, but I got... caught up."

Mira stifled a laugh beside her, clearly amused by the whole situation. "You were a little distracted, weren't you, Rosalia?" she teased.

Mom shot her a playful glare but couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her lips. "Don't start with me, Mira."

"Well, I guess I need to rush over to Ayla's and apologize," Mom said, already moving toward the door with a slight sense of urgency.

Before she could make it any further, I stepped forward and gently grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "There's no need for that, Mom. I already took care of it. I spent some time with Ayla while you two were... occupied." My voice carried a teasing undertone, and I watched as Mom's expression softened with relief, though something else flickered in her eyes—curiosity.

"You did?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Yeah," I nodded. "We had a good talk. I made her lunch, and we had a nice time catching up." I smiled at Mom and Mira, watching their reactions closely. The playful curiosity on their faces deepened, and I knew they weren't going to let me off that easily.

Mom placed her hands on her hips, her lips curving into a smirk. "So, not only did you charm her with your cooking, but you spent all that time entertaining her, huh?" Her eyes sparkled with teasing delight as she leaned closer. "Rosé, you're quite the charmer. Even after Elantra with us, you still had the energy to flirt with Ayla?"

Mira burst into a soft laugh, nodding along. "You've always had a way with words, but it seems like you've taken it to a whole new level." She stepped closer to me, playfully nudging my arm. "And here we were, thinking we had your full attention."

I chuckled, scratching the back of my head as I leaned back against the doorframe, letting their teasing wash over me. "What can I say? I didn't want Ayla to feel neglected, especially after you two forgot about her."

"Oh, please," Mom scoffed, though her tone was filled with amusement. "Don't make it sound like we abandoned her. We just got... distracted."

"Very distracted," Mira added, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "I'm sure Ayla didn't mind at all, though. From what it sounds like, she was more than happy with the company she had."

Mom shook her head, a wide smile on her face as she walked back toward the couch and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. "You're impossible, Rosé. It's bad enough that you're taller and more handsome than anyone else in the village, but now you're using your charm to distract poor Ayla?"

I shrugged, giving them both an exaggerated innocent look. "I wouldn't say 'distract.' I was just... making sure she was comfortable. You know, being a good host."

Mira raised an eyebrow, sitting beside Mom on the couch. "A good host, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?"

I grinned, walking over to the couch and taking a seat across from them. "Of course. You can't leave your guests unattended, after all. It's common courtesy."

Mom's eyes narrowed playfully as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "And how exactly did this 'courtesy' go? Did she enjoy herself?"

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "She enjoyed the lunch I made for her. And we had a nice conversation. Nothing too scandalous, I promise."

"Oh, sure," Mira said with a laugh, nudging Mom with her elbow. "I'm sure she wasn't blushing or anything when she left."

Mom grinned wickedly. "Well, you know what they say, Rosé. If you're going to flirt with Ayla, you better be ready for the consequences. You've caught her attention now."

I laughed, shaking my head as I crossed my arms. "Consequences, huh? I'll keep that in mind."

Mom and Mira exchanged a knowing glance, clearly enjoying every second of this playful interrogation. Their teasing continued, but the warmth in their voices made it clear they were happy to see me so relaxed and at ease.

Finally, after a few more minutes of lighthearted banter, Mom's expression softened, and she leaned back into the couch, her teasing tone giving way to something more tender. "But seriously, Rosé, I'm glad you're settling in so well. It's been a long time since we've seen you so happy. You deserve it."

Mira nodded in agreement, her usual playful demeanor replaced by a softer, more genuine smile. "You've been through a lot, and it's good to see you finding your place again. We're proud of you."

Their words struck a chord in me, and I felt a warmth spread through my chest. I smiled, feeling grateful for their support and the bond we shared. "Thanks, both of you. I couldn't have done it without all of you."

Mom stood up, crossing the room to place a gentle hand on my shoulder. "We're family, Rosé. We'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Mira joined her, placing a hand on my other shoulder, squeezing it gently. "And we'll always be here to keep you in line, especially when you're being too charming for your own good."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I stood up, pulling both of them into a warm embrace. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

We stood there for a moment, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other's presence, the playful teasing giving way to a deeper, more genuine connection. The warmth of the moment lingered as we finally pulled apart, but the smiles on their faces remained.

As the sun began to set outside, casting a soft golden light through the windows, I knew that this was where I belonged—surrounded by the people who loved me, and who I loved in return.

After a while,I made my way to the Frostspire Sanctuary, the winter air crisp and invigorating as it welcomed me back. The sanctuary had become a sanctuary in more ways than one—a testament to the intricate balance of nature and magic I had worked so hard to achieve.

The Frostspire Sanctuary was an extraordinary structure, designed with the utmost care to create the ideal conditions for the Frostpetal Elixir Tree. As I approached, the exterior of the sanctuary caught my eye—an elegant blend of enchanted stone and frost-resistant runes. The building's design was both functional and beautiful, with flowing lines that seamlessly integrated with the surrounding winter landscape. The walls shimmered faintly with a layer of frost, giving the impression of a structure dusted with delicate snowflakes.

Entering through the crystalline archways, I was immediately enveloped by the cool, serene atmosphere inside. The Heart of the Winterborn Crystal, a magnificent centerpiece, pulsed with a soft, cold light. Its energy maintained a perfect, consistent chill throughout the sanctuary, ensuring that the environment remained a constant, frosty wonderland. The walls were adorned with ancient runes, etched carefully to regulate the temperature and maintain the sanctuary's delicate balance.

The ceiling, made from enchanted glass, filtered sunlight with a subtle blue tint, casting an ethereal glow over the entire space. This light was perfect for nurturing the Frostpetal Elixir Tree without raising the temperature, preserving the wintery ambiance of the sanctuary. Magical insulation lined the walls and ceiling, stabilizing the cold and ensuring that no fluctuations disturbed the carefully maintained environment.

At the heart of the sanctuary stood the Frostpetal Elixir Tree. Its branches, adorned with delicate blue leaves, swayed gently in the cool air. Budding fruits, promising future vitality, hung from the branches. The tree's roots were nestled in a bed of enchanted frost-infused minerals, essential for its growth and the cold conditions it thrived in.

I approached the Frostpetal Elixir Tree, my gaze falling upon the newly forming Tree Spirit, Grace. Though still in the early stages of development, Grace's presence was a source of tranquility and an indication of the sanctuary's success. Her form was delicate and ethereal, and her aura contributed to the vitality of the tree.

**Bond List**

1. **Cassie (Tree Spirit):**

- **Status:** Fully bonded, assisting with the growth of the Oak Tree.

2. **Grace (Tree Spirit):**

- **Status:** Forming, connected to the Frostpetal Elixir Tree.

3. **Seraphina (Celestial Bee Queen):**

- **Status:** Bonded, aiding with her celestial powers.

I took a moment to admire the Frostpetal Elixir Tree and Grace, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. The sanctuary was thriving under the conditions I had meticulously crafted, and Grace's presence was a hopeful sign of more positive developments to come.

With a contented sigh, I took a final look around the sanctuary. The peaceful ambiance, combined with the soft glow of the frost-covered leaves, was a soothing contrast to the bustling activity outside. The work I had invested in creating and maintaining this magical space was evident, and I left the sanctuary with a renewed sense of accomplishment and anticipation for the future.