End of the banquet
The banquet settled into a rhythm as the chaos from earlier became a humorous memory. Guests milled about, chatting in groups or enjoying the lavish spread of food that Leora had meticulously overseen.
The air was filled with the murmur of conversations, the occasional laughter, and the clinking of glasses.
The twins, for once, were behaving or at least as much as could be expected. Rhiannon had taken a liking to the glowing petals from the earlier debacle and was trying to stick them onto Rowena's horns, who, in turn, was swatting at her sister with a stuffed dragon toy.
I leaned back in my chair, sipping a glass of sparkling juice, savouring a moment of relative calm. Seraphine was standing near the head of the room, speaking animatedly with a group of noble demons.