The grand mansion was filled with the warm aroma of home-cooked food and the soft sounds of a lively, loving family preparing for dinner.
Edda moved gracefully around the long dining table, setting out plates and arranging dishes with care. Roasted meats, fresh breads, colorful vegetables, and decadent desserts filled the air with mouthwatering scents. Her long red hair swayed with each movement, and her voluptuous figure — accentuated by a comfortable yet elegant dress — radiated the gentle confidence of a woman who had found her place in the world.
"Leona, no flying around the table, please," Edda said with a patient smile as her little dragon daughter zoomed overhead with a playful giggle.
Leona hovered mischievously. "But Edda-Mummy! I'm helping! See? I'm carrying the napkins!"
One of the napkins fell from her small hand. Ivy squeaked and quickly caught them before they fell on the food.
"Leona's being trouble again!" Ivy complained, though she was smiling.
