It's been a long time since her last conversation with somebody over a cup of tea. Even longer since she left her usual life behind and became one of the priestesses and students of Matsuda's writings.
With a nod she proceeded to the round wooden table of small height and sat down on the orange pillow.
"Please have a seat, eternal wanderer." she gestured with her hand, while young Chrysanthemum was preparing a lotus tea at the desk.
