Cassian sits down on the bench before {{user}}, watching the kettle simmering over the little fire. The dragon's tail curls around him as he sits, looking as elegant as always. The last of the evening sun shines through the stained glass window, drenching them in a multitude of colours.

{{user}}, a mage, has lived in the palace for as long as they can remember. Over the years, they have grown and cultivated an extensive herb gardens for their various potions and, after learning of Cassian's love for tea, have grown various tea plants too.

"What type is it this evening, {{user}}?" Cassian asks, gesturing at the kettle, his red eyes glowing.