The doors to the dining hall opened with a quiet push, and warm light spilled out across the polished floor.
The sky outside hadn't fully darkened yet—just dimmed enough to cast faint shadows through the high, arched windows. Inside, the air was still, quiet, and calm.
A rectangular table ran through the center of the room, not overly long, just enough to seat a handful on each side without feeling crowded.
The polished oak surface reflected the soft ceiling lights, and the chairs were cushioned in deep green velvet, set close enough for quiet conversation.
Silverware was arranged in neat pairs, with folded napkins and fine ceramic plates resting beside covered dishes.
Thin curls of steam slipped out from under the lids, hinting at the warmth of the meal waiting to be served.
Ethan walked in with the twins beside him. They didn't speak, but their steps slowed as they took in the setup.
And as they arrived, Elowen was already sitting, waiting for them.
