@Nora stretched in her bed, lost in the ecstasy of a long satisfying yawn.
The holidays and their relentless demands were finally over, and she could take a rest. The demanding customers, cold weather, and long hours were but a distant echo remembered faintly by her well rested feet.
After a gentle knock, her door cracked open. Nora frowned in confusion.
"Xiagan, what are you doing in my house?"
Xia slipped into the bedroom wearing a three piece suit and a monocle. He was carrying a tray?
Nora quickly forgot her confusion as the smell of something fresh wafted through the air. "Did you... make me breakfast in bed?"
"It's something even better." Setting the tray over her in bed Xia smiled. The tray held no food, only a piece of parchment, folded into a tent on a silver platter. She picked it up, savoring the texture of parchment on her fingers. As she unfolded it, she noted the alluring smell of fresh ink and the beauty of perfect calligraphy.
"Air," it read.
Nora smiled.
