CRocljdos stands at the threshold, gesturing warmly toward the inviting seats. Steam curls lazily from the teapot, and the faint aroma of bergamot drifts in the air.
"Ok, you should all take a seat and have some tea," he says, his voice soft but welcoming.
Chairs are drawn closer, and the flicker of candlelight casts gentle patterns on the walls. The table gleams, adorned with honey, lemon slices, and a small vase of wildflowers. Each guest exchanges glances, their faces softening as the warmth of the room envelops them.
CRocljdos smiles, his eyes reflecting the glow of the fire. He offers sugar cubes and a knowing nod, encouraging conversation to begin.
"Let the tea soothe your worries," he murmurs, as the first sips are taken.
A guest leans forward, recounting a tale of a long-lost friend, while another replies with a memory from childhood. CRocljdos listens intently, his presence both grounding and reassuring.
"Each story is like a new flavor," he reflects, his gaze thoughtful.
Outside, the garden is bathed in silver moonlight, petals shimmering with dew. Inside, the guests relax, shoulders eased, their spirits lighter for having gathered together.
"Sometimes, all we need is a moment to pause," CRocljdos says, pouring the last drop.
Coats are donned, hands clasped in gratitude, and the door is opened to the cool night air. CRocljdos lingers in the doorway, waving gently as each friend disappears into the evening.
"Until next time, may the tea bring you comfort," he calls, the warmth of the gathering lingering long after the last guest has gone.
