Oh.
OH.
The town was alive.
Vendors calling out prices, children chasing enchanted bubbles that drifted and glowed, women carrying baskets that shimmered faintly. Musicians played something upbeat on wooden instruments, mixing with the calls of merchants.
My eyes widened in wonder. "It is… lively."
That was an understatement. This place was chaos and beauty and magic all at once.
Nero sighs.
[Close your mouth. You look like a startled fish.]
I ignored him completely.
The air smelled like warm bread, spices, magic, and something fruity being roasted over an open flame. People moved everywhere—laughing, arguing, bargaining, chasing enchanted animals the size of cats but shaped like clouds.
I wanted to see EVERYTHING.
A cheerful vendor waved a pastry at me. "Moonberry tart, miss? First taste is free! Guaranteed to cool the tongue and warm the heart!"
Moonberry? Sounded either delicious or deadly.
