Epilogue
“Why not?” asked Arvi, smiling over at Elen where she sat looking overwhelmed at the options. The midmorning light in late summer was still golden enough at this time of day, making the plain wooden table and blank stone walls glow softly. “I think it’s a better idea than two separate cakes—we’re combining our lives, Lochlann can combine flavors. If anyone can do it, he can.”
Elen bit her lip and hesitated.
“If I can get some of the spices and fruits in,” said Lochlann, “I’ll make a few small samples for you to taste. The sweetness of the dragon cake style should pair well with Emylnor standard—they can be alternately layered, too. You can try them out and see how you like them.”
“It’s perfect,” said Arvi, and grabbed Elen’s hand. “It’ll bring our friends and families closer—t
