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“What did you think?” Draeden asked, grinning. “Good?”
“So good,” Elowyn replied, laughing as she reached for another pastry. “We have similar desserts in Eriden, but I’ve never tasted anything quite like this. You’d better hurry or I might eat yours too.”
Draeden grabbed one half of his own pastry and popped it into his mouth, finishing it in two bites. Then he pointedly took a bite of the apricot pastry, teasing Elowyn. “I think you’re the one who needs to hurry.”
Elowyn laughed and rolled her eyes at him before reaching for the fig pastry and taking a nibble. “So, about what the vendor said back there... Are there many fey from Eriden living here? What about fromother kingdoms?”
Draeden finished chewing before responding. “It varies. Some fey from other kingdoms are here on assignments or temporary stays. A few decide to settle in Orwyn permanently, but like in all kingdoms of Neramyr, it’s hard to fully integrate outside of one’s House.”
“Come to think of it... Apart from the Ceremony of Caena, I don’t recall seeing many fey outside of House Fangwright while living in Eriden,” Elowyn remarked, furrowing her brow.
Draeden nodded thoughtfully. “Eriden’s borders are notoriously difficult to breach. On the other hand, I can’t think of a single kingdom that doesn’t employ warlocks and sorceresses from Eriden. Your kingdom has a reputation for producing some of the most skilled magic-wielders in Neramyr.”
“Wearequite special,” Elowyn added sarcastically as she reached for another pastry.
Draeden chuckled. “Indeed. Haven’t I mentioned yet? I’m only drawn to you because of your illustrious magic-wielding capabilities. I’ve been trying to charm you into my employ.”
Elowyn playfully thumped his arm. “I’ll accept payment in pastries.”
“Consider it done,” Draeden said with a smirk. “I’ll have the contract drawn by morning.”
Elowyn laughed and rolled her eyes again, resting her hands on her stomach. “That was amazing. I’m completely full now.”
As they conversed, they polished off the last crumbs of the delectable pastries. Draeden gathered the empty box with one hand and rose to his feet, extending his other hand to Elowyn. “Ready? There’s still plenty more to explore.”
Elowyn accepted his hand with a cheerful nod, and they strolled down the cobblestone street together, fingers intertwined. As they walked, Elowyn observed the modest buildings around them gradually giving way to grand and imposing structures. “Where are we headed next?”
“We’re going to Orwyn’s Art District,” Draeden explained,his smile brightening. “It’s a boulevard where enthusiasts of music, theater, painting, and literature can come together to celebrate their shared passions. I want to take you to one of my favorite music houses. I used to sneak out of the castle as a feyling and lose myself in the performances there for hours. I still do it now.”
“That sounds incredible,” Elowyn murmured, her curiosity piqued. With each step, she felt like she was unraveling mysteries she never thought she’d uncover. In Eriden, masterful musicians could be summoned to the castle at her whim, but this was different. Here, the artists performed for the joy of it all, not by the call of the crown.
“Here we are,” Draeden announced, gesturing towards a large building with the same graceful arches Elowyn had spotted on the Darkmaw castle. A flight of limestone steps led to a pair of arched oak doors. Faint strains of music drifted from within, inviting Elowyn to step inside. A sign hanging from an iron beam swayed gently in the breeze, readingBeauarde Tavern and Music House.Elowyn felt a surge of anticipation and nerves coursing through her as she gazed at the welcoming doors.
She took a deep breath and realized that rather than feeling nervousness, it was actually excitement that filled her.
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Draeden guidedher up the stairway, gently pulling open one of the heavy wooden doors. As they stepped inside, the enchanting atmosphere of the music hall enveloped Elowyn in a whirlwind of emotions. Waves of happiness, joy, and celebration flowed from the room, lifting her spirits. A radiant smile spread across her face, her eyes sparkling like stars against the night sky.
They made their way towards the small stage at the back of the hall, where a claret-haired lutist was strumming the final notes of a captivating melody. Elowyn and Draeden watched in rapt attention as the lutist concluded his performance with a flourish, eliciting cheers and applause from the crowd. Elowyn even found herself clapping enthusiastically at the music.
After the performance, the lutist bowed graciously to the audience and collected offerings from a chest at the edge of the stage. Draeden led them to a cozy table in the corner, assisting Elowyn to her seat before excusing himself to visit the bar.
As she waited for Draeden to return, Elowyn surveyed the crowded room, making sure to keep her hood secure. She observed the patrons chatting and laughing spiritedly, fascinated by their lively energy. Most had claret-red hair, indicating they were locals of Orwyn. Elowyn overheard lively debates about musical instruments and discussions about the evening’s performances, immersing herself in the vibrant atmosphere of the music house.
At a nearby table, a male in a tawny cloak spoke hurriedly to his companions, “I heard Aunora is playing next.” His companion turned to him, eyes widening slightly. “Aunora? I thought she was still touring with her troupe across Neramyr.” The first male shook his head. “She returned for the Fifth Day. Queen Nikoletta requested her performance during the Ceremony of Caena.” The second male exhaled sharply. “She’s quite something, isn’t she? To be both a divine-blessed sorceress and one of the most talented instrumentalists in Neramyr.” The first male clicked his tongue. “The Goddess certainly favored her.” The second male shook his head and took a sip from his mug. “That she did.”
Draeden returned with two mugs and interrupted her eavesdropping. He handed one to her with a dimpled grin. “Gooseberry ale. You’ll love it.”
“Seems a bit early for a drink, doesn’t it?” Elowyn raised an eyebrow, inspecting the amber liquid with foamy bubbles atop. “I’ve only ever hadvinumbefore.”
“It’s the Fifth Day!” Draeden retorted cheerfully. “And you’re here with me in Orwyn. Plenty of reasons to celebrate.” He clinked his mug against hers and took a hearty swig.
“Fair point,” Elowyn chuckled, reciprocating the gesture before taking a cautious sip. She raised her eyebrows in pleasant surprise as the cool liquid traveled down her throat, warming her stomach. With a sweet, fruity aroma and full-bodiedflavor, the ale was a novelty from thevinumshe was accustomed to. Setting down her mug, she nodded approvingly. “Definitely not the same asvinum, but I think I like it.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Draeden chuckled, taking another sip from his mug. “The barkeep mentioned the next performance to me. Apparently, one of Orwyn’s finest soloists has returned from their travels.” His excitement bubbled over as he continued, “You’re in for a treat. I still remember the first time I saw this performer... I was just a feyling, but it’s one of my most treasured memories to this day.”
