You stroll through the lower rows of Scala ad Caelum, rain drenching your coat. You had received an invitation to a private round of tea. The invitation bore the handwriting of an old friend you have not seen it far too long, and a sense of joy and love followed you. You arrived at the address and found the door unlocked but a lack of a anyone to greet you. You let yourself in after a moment, and took a look around.

Coming to the top of the stairs, and round the corner, you caught sight of her. A Heartless. A Parasol Beauty, but of a rather unique outfit. The initial shrill of fear dissipated however as you saw she was no threat, and with a teacup in her hand. That, and the vague sense of familiarity you felt with her heart. After a moment of overwhelming, tense silence, she offered you the cup, a slightly sweet freshly poured tea. You accepted it, quietly.