Archer was enjoying the sight of the city below as people were going about their business while the morning sun beamed down. Moments later, Malakia appeared, holding a tray with the promised tea.
''Here we go, handsome,'' the older woman commented, placing it down. ''It'll help warm you up on this cold morning.''
''Thank you, Mal,'' he replied while taking an offered cup.
Archer savored the sip of tea, its rich flavor bursting across his tongue, sending a soothing wave of warmth through his body. The lionesses' giggle drew his attention, her blue eyes twinkling with delight at his reaction.
''It's called Golden Dawn,'' she said, leaning forward. ''Everyone in the city drinks the stuff, it's a local favorite, made right here in the city.''
She gestured toward the sprawling city beyond the balcony, its golden rooftops shimmering in the sunlight, as if the tea itself carried the essence of the place. Following that, the two of them continued chatting for some time.
