Kiora wakes to the smell of tea and sweet bread. She sees a tray on the desk. The young Daemik stretches while she withdraws from her bed. Kiora proceeds towards the delicious aromas. She finds a note beside her tea. Matra's delicate handwriting reads: 'Me regrettis, ma filia. I cannot join you for breakfast. I have some foraging to do. Though, I'll be sure to return for lunch!'

Kiora sits in her chair with disappointment. She takes a sip. 'Lemon and... ginger!' Her tongue relays. ...