More Than Blood
A cart came into sight. Mira had come back, her stance elegant, her actions practiced.
With softly spoken elegance, she started putting food plates onto the table, with a subtle bow on every move.
Roughly sliced fruit sparkled like gems on fine silver. Buttery golden bread steamed gently, its aroma warm and enticing. Spiced omelets, rolled with herbs and melted cheese, sat next to roasted mushrooms and dainty dumplings. Crystal jugs shone with cold berry juice, its hue striking the morning sun. A traditional Moonstone breakfast—simple, but put together with love.
