Bright blue birds emerged ,form a wide opening surrounded by flowers of different species. their
Sweet scent clung to the air like a memory that refused to fade.
loose petals; carpeted the frequently trimmed grass , butterflies and bees danced lightly over the blossoms, sipping their golden sweetness; a few trees stood at each end,rocks and pebbles neatly arranged to from paths round the garden and at the centre stood a gazebo. It was big enough to seat fifteen people; It was coated White, with golden bars on every Rail and climbing rose of red huge Twining around the structure.
A table centred the gazebo and was surrounded by nine chairs,the number of people it would receive. A red tablecloth was laid over the gleaming white table, the fabric fluttering gently in the breeze, dotted with crumbs of fallen petals from the garden above.
One by one maids stepped into the gazebo, carrying trays that gleamed with promise. The first held crystal bowls brimming with ripe berries—deep crimson strawberries, velvety blackberries, and glistening blueberries that caught the sunlight like jewels. She placed them carefully on the red silk tablecloth that now shimmered over the pristine white table, letting a few stray berries tumble like scattered rubies.
The next maid brought delicate pastries, each one a miniature masterpiece: flaky croissants dusted with sugar, golden tarts crowned with glistening fruit, and cream-filled éclairs that seemed to sigh under their chocolate glaze. With careful hands, she arranged them in ornate silver platters, their polished surfaces reflecting the fluttering petals from the climbing roses overhead.
Another followed, carrying an assortment of crystal glasses, each one catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows across the table. Bowls of candied nuts, small honeyed cakes, and shimmering glass jars of preserves joined the display, while tiny vases of fresh garden flowers—pale pink jasmine, white clematis, and honeyed honeysuckle—sprouted between the dishes, their fragrance drifting through the air.
As they moved, the maids seemed to float rather than walk, leaving a trail of scent, color, and subtle elegance in their wake. A light breeze ruffled the red tablecloth, carrying a whisper of petals and the delicate aroma of fruits. When the last maid stepped out, the gazebo was empty, yet it felt alive—its purpose fulfilled, having transformed the simple garden corner into a vision of indulgence and charm.
The soft hush of the garden was broken by a subtle rustle among the ivy-clad arches. a Figure appeared at the edge of the cobblestone path, sunlight catching the glint of her hair and the sweep of a flowing gown. For a heartbeat, the garden seemed to hold its breath again, and then, slowly, the newcomer stepped forward, drawn toward the table as if by some quiet gravity.two ladies-in-waiting flanking her on either side. They moved in practiced harmony, their heads slightly inclined, hands folded neatly before them, as though the garden itself had been trained to make way for her.
Sunlight caught on the pale embroidery of their gowns, but it lingered longest on the woman they escorted. She walked with calm assurance, her posture composed, her gaze steady as it swept over the gazebo and the table laid in waiting. The ladies-in-waiting paused when she slowed, stepping half a pace behind her, their role silent yet unmistakable—guardians of protocol, witnesses to her arrival.
As they reached the edge of the gazebo, the air seemed to shift once more. The fragrance of pastries and blossoms mingled with the soft rustle of silk, and for a moment, nothing else mattered. The garden, once merely beautiful, now felt purposeful, as though every carefully placed dish and decoration had been arranged for this very entrance. The fair ladies stepped into the gazebo with measured steps,and was again escorted by her ladies-in-waiting.she did a brief catwalk around, making sure she completed a full circle; carefully checking the organisation that was made and if it was to her content.
a quick simle flashed across her lips as her head Tilted to the side
"this will do."she said then reached for a sit and sat down; her legs crossed under the table then her fingers began to trace the tip of a tea cup in front of her
"what's keeping her so long?" she asked softly almost to herself."if this keeps up I'll start hosting parties on my own".she added not failing to roll her eyes at the taught of the person in question.
"Oh, is that so?" a voice from the ivy-clad arches cuts in smoothly carrying a quiet authority that drew every gaze toward the shadows. and with a few steps the figure was visible to those at the gazebo. and like the first,was escorted by ladies-in-waiting bearing the same features of the first lady, mirrored so precisely it felt more like déjà vu than coincidence. The sole difference was their dresses and hair styles. "Really, is that how you plan for things to be."the new commer pressed on."come on, Phebe, we've been hosting tea parties for years we can't stop now."
Phebe crossed her arms "but you're always late, our guests are arriving and you're not even sitted." She continued "it's rather annoying Rena, and I'm not at fault if I can't put up with it anymore."
"Ok fine, I'll admit,I'm usually late but not as late Elara."
"Leave Elara out of this, she not my twin neither is she my co-host and she hosts her own parties every now and then;so stop all this excuses."
Rena dragged back a chair and sat, then lifted her chin to face Phebe.
"And another thing—"
"by the invitation of her Highnesses i humbly announce the arrival of Lady Callista of the house of Thera," the herald's voice rang from the ivy-clad arches.
Phebe placed her thumb and middle finger at both sides of her head and slowly moved it from side to side
"just save it, spare me the drama; our guests are arriving we will continue out discussion some other time."
Folding her fingers into a fist and placing it under her chain Rena complied
"I couldn't agree more, enough talk let's welcome our guest ".