Fiona, who had been kissing Shade, froze at the sight before her.
The witch seated on the left side of the table wore lace-up ladies' knee-high cloth boots. Her yellow hair spilled down the back of her green spring dress, whose bodice was decorated with intricate lace, while dense Elf Runes were embroidered along its sleeves.
This half-elf witch with pointed ears wore yellow and silver crescent-shaped earrings on her left and right ears respectively. As Fiona's teacher, Blaine Olanode was holding a white porcelain teacup, blinking at the two people who had suddenly appeared before her. After a pause, she took a sip of tea, but her eyes never left them.
The witch seated on the right side of the table was as beautiful as a purple rose. She wore black ladies' low-heeled ankle boots and a magnificent purple gown. Her golden hair was simply tied up behind her head, and a book-shaped Ruby Earring hung from her right ear.
Miss Mana Falianna held a notebook in her right hand. Beside her stood a brown-haired maid, bent at the waist as she reported something. She too looked suspiciously at the two people who had appeared without warning and were locked in an embrace.
There were actually quite a few people on this floor of the glass house, but everyone had fallen silent in unspoken agreement and turned to look at them. The sound of the stream outside was so clear, the birdsong so melodious, that when Fiona saw the bright and cheerful scene before her, she almost wished she had been left behind in Eternal Night City.
So this was what she meant by home. That really did make sense. I have no home in this era, but to Fiona, being beside Miss Feliana and Miss Olanord is home.