Best enjoyed with: A pot of Darjeeling tea, a clean desk, and absolutely no dust on your bookshelf.
The heat of the afternoon began to settle heavily over the canopy. Steam rose from the damp earth, clinging to our clothes. Belfast, ever the diligent caretaker, paused beneath the shade of a Great Oak. With a flick of her wrist, she produced a chilled bottle of Earl Grey tea from a dimensional pocket—a gift from the local mages that she had mastered within hours of arrival. She poured a cup with a steady hand, the amber liquid swirling perfectly. Even in the middle of a monster-infested wilderness, she ensured that the standards of the Royal Navy were upheld. The way she leaned in to hand me the cup, her violet eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of professional devotion and something warmer, made the oppressive heat feel like a summer breeze. adventuring with belfast in another world v01 hot