Tea Time Elegance

In the heart of a hidden grove, where the whispers of the ancient earth spoke to those who dared to listen, there lay a manor, veiled in ivy and enigma. It was here that Seraphina, a dragon of rare elegance and wisdom, hosted her legendary afternoon teas. With scales that shimmered like pearls and eyes aglow with gentle blue fire, she embodied the magic that bridged worlds - of beasts and nobles, of whispers and roars.

The manor's grand parlor, a tapestry of bygone opulence and wild enchantment, was aglow with the soft light of crystal chandeliers. Upon tables draped in linen as white as Seraphina's scales, teapots simmered with infusions gathered from the corners of the mystic realms. From floral whispers of elderflower to the deep, earthen robustness of dragonwell, each blend was a testament to the fusion of her dragon's breath and the tender care of her clawed hands.

Guests from all walks of life, be they knights in earnest armor or fairies with gossamer wings, found common ground at Seraphina's table. With each cup, rivalries dissolved, laughter chimed, and the world outside grew distant. In this haven, the dragon's tea brewed not just a beverage, but a potion of unity, sweetened with the sugar of camaraderie and spiced with the zest of shared tales. For in the company of Seraphina, under the spell of her tea, magic was not just believed; it was tasted, sipped, and savored.