🎀 Wisteria 🎀

- With your mind – Nysan, with your heart – Raphael! And my heart is open today and filled with exciting warmth at the thought that we will see Inar again after such a long separation. Are we on time? Is he here?

“In short, Nyphael, it’s clear.” The elf paused for a moment. “Hmm, I initially wanted to just make a witty joke, but now it seems like it sounds pretty good. I recommend you seriously consider changing your nickname. Okay, follow me; let's not keep Lord Inar waiting for you and your... uh... wife? Never mind. Let's go.” Inside Raphael’s estate, Linderia was in for a shock – the interior of the house was completely different from what it looked like from the outside. Entering the room where the host awaited them, one could think they were not in Airisufir or Lisliar, where the owner came from, but in distant Myrae. Moreover, there was almost nothing in the room itself, especially anything rich or luxurious! There was a stand for a samurai sword, a low table, four cushions for sitting on the floor, a tea set, and a couple of inconspicuous cabinets in the "paper" room. On the floor, near the sword stand, sat the master of the house himself – Inar Anluki. “Inarka, Sir Nysan is here with his wife.” The owner of the estate rose from the floor, deftly turned around, and Nysan was greeted by a familiar face that had aged only slightly due to the relentless winds of time, the lower part of which, as always, was hidden under dark fabric, concealing the severe burns that Inar suffered in his youth, years full of dangerous adventures. “Hello, Nysan.” The man approached the guest and hugged him tightly.