Meet with the mom.

Between Dixby's alchemy and Laira's smithing, Castle Phoenix has been growing its economy in the way of exports, though the latter quite a bit more than the former. Luna was the only one with a formal name for her shop, as she had one even before the two of you met--Luna Silk. As the town has been expanding, more ideas have been thrown around. A café was meant to open soon called Café Nymphaea.

Down the next left, you follow the road to a large, dark wooden building with a beautiful man-made pond enclosed in a red brick border. The water is filled with lily pads and a number of blue, white, and pink flowers. There's a soothing scent emitting from an opened window, and you can make out the sound of two voices speaking from within.

Right in the center of the door is the name of the eatery with a lotus spread behind it. Then above that, two identical mugs mirror one another. It's a pleasant and welcoming café. Now that it's nearly opened, you're excited to sample what they have to offer, guest or no.

This is no ordinary guest though. Amara cares deeply about her mother. On top of that, Yaera Tedrilui is a famous adventurer just like Nyllia--the most powerful archpriest you've met, or even heard of in Tivera.

Yin opens the door and gestures you to enter.

She follows behind as you take in the wafting scent of freshly brewed coffee. The interior is just as comfortable as you expected. It's somewhat similar to a tavern, though there are no bottles of liquor, frothy steins, or the scent of a drunkard's piss, but instead you're greeted by a soothing environment of a few different tables, stools up at the front, and a small stage in the back right corner.

Behind the counter at the back are two bodies, which really is the best way to describe it. She's an anubian after all.

The first of Sen-nu's bodies stand facing the door. While she doesn't smile, you know she means no disrespect. You can sense her pleasure in seeing you without it being worn on her face. She looks as she always does--tall, pointed ears and black hair with flat-cut bangs, with it styled longer down the sides, only enough to be bound by golden bands. The jewellery she wears is thick and valuable, though as a demon, you doubt she fears being robbed. Her hair continues a ways down, though only the backside. Atop her head is a gold circlet decorated in jewels. Her choker is also made of solid gold, as are her armbands, a chain around her left thigh, and even her clothes are finely trimmed. Her tail is long and fluffy, and she both her feet and hands are like that of a wolf's, with fur from her elbows down, and the lower halves of her legs.

Two black straps reach down from a collar and wrap around to her back, just barely concealing her breasts. Somehow, despite the generous amount of cleavage below and between her breasts, they never slip free. Her accessories contrast beautifully with her dark skin, and her even darker fabrics. She wears a skirt, though it's more for decoration, as the short fabric parts to the side to always reveal a pair of black and gold bikini-like bottoms.

Her other half, literally speaking, is faced away. She's operating a mechanism where hot water is poured into a compartment in the top, and it's dripped through a filter into the main glass tank--a drip coffee maker, though not a design you've seen before. She sways her hips slowly as she waits, causing her tail to slowly sway left and right. Anubians rarely show emotion even when they're happy. Even without Kitty Sense though, after seeing that, everybody should know how she feels.

Sitting at the closest table to the entrance are two golden-haired elves--Amara and Yaera Tedrilui, daughter and mother. By the look of the steam rising from their cups, they must not have been waiting long. In the center of the table is a vase filled with flowers.

They see you enter the moment the door opens, and they smile in unison. You can feel the warmth of their affection from here.

Yaera stands. With arms opened, she beckons you into a tight embrace. The woman hugs you close, running her hands up and down your back as she whispers into your ear, "It is so good to see you again, Kyle." Her tone causes a shiver down your back. Then she backs away once more, and motions to the chair she was previously using. "Please, join us."

Unsurprisingly, she looks like an older, more mature Amara, though over time, they have grown separate--not in a way that's sad, but quite the opposite. Amara is gradually becoming her own woman, instead of just an attempt to recreate another. Yaera is wearing the same as the last time you saw her--a ghostly white dress that reaches down to her ankles, though only on the front and back. The two halves are tied at her sides, where there's no clothing at all, as if covered by two aprons bound together. When she turns, you can see through that opening to the side of her braless chest, and her dark golden panties. A belt wraps around her waist, where she keeps a number of pouches and vials.

It's a shoulderless dress. Sleeves reach her wrists where they're thin tightly bound by gold bracelets. A white cloak also wafts back from her neck--so thin and so light that you can barely see it, as if always followed by a gentle mist. White, gold, and silver sandals adorn her feet, and a matching circlet rests upon her head. She also wears a necklace with a beautiful moon pendant which rests upon her bust.

Speaking of which, something that does make her stand out from her daughter beyond demeanour and maturity. Her body is noticeably more bountiful. Though she still has the elegance of an elf, and Amara isn't flat, she's certainly bigger, as are her hips.

Before pulling up a chair of her own, she runs her fingers back through her flowing and glistening blonde hair, as it's long enough to where if she isn't careful, she could accidentally sit on it.

The one she's left open for you is right between them.

"Are you all right then, Master?" Yin asks.

"I am. Thank you. Good girl. You really are the world's best maid."

She takes in a sharp inhale as her heart is directly struck. She swallows her and nods. "Th-Thank you, Master." Then quickly, she hurries out the door.

As soon as she's gone, Yaera leans back in her seat with a finger upon her lips. "Mmm. Good girl, hm? How fun." She smiles wide. "I was right to entrust my daughter you, Kyle Warren. I have heard many things in my absence. My only regret is to not have visited more often."

"It is fine, mother!" Amara insists. "You are doing such important things. I am just happy to know that you are out there."

As this happens, Sen-nu makes her way to the table--one of her bodies anyway. She places a shallow, porcelain white cup down upon a small plate in front of you. It's the same that the others have. Yours, however, has an unnaturally red hue, like it's juice or something of the like. "Drink," she says.

"Is there a menu?" you ask.

"No." She nudges the cup closer with her paw. Then she leans in close, to the point where you can feel the tickle of her breath on your cheek. "I worked hard on this brew, so please enjoy it."

You smile back. "I will."

Though she does stand up again, she doesn't leave your side. Clearly she's waiting for a taste test. So you lift up the cup and blow on it gently. You then touch it to your lips and take a small sip.

It's delicious! You can tell it's coffee, but it has a flavour you can't quite describe. It must have some sort of herbs or juice in it that doesn't exist outside of Abso. After swallowing it down, you let out a long sigh of relief. "Wow. This is actually the best tasting coffee I've ever had."

Sen-nu perks up. "... Oh?"

"I'm telling the truth. Please, sell this when you open. I'll gladly come for more."

After a moment of staring you down, she turns and heads back towards the counter, though as she goes, you notice that both bodies are now wagging their tails excitedly.