The whole town's here A sprawling, raised back porch marked the centerpiece of the scene, breaking away from the main, rough-hewn structure and full to the brim with people. Breathing in Viktor, smelled the heavy scent of pine wafting from all around the area as his group ascended the staircase upward. Marialena who led the way, was deep in conversation with Enialis, who laughed at several instances, though the noise all around them masked their words. "Something's going on. Kellen is far too quiet for one and Enialis is rarely ever that amused," Viktor whispered to Fjalda, who spun to face him as they reached the center of the crowd. She looks like a Noer'alan princess. Maybe Mari's nickname should be hers. In the torch-light, her eyes shone almost saffron in color, and her hair was pure moonlight, especially when set off by her pitch-black dress with gold scrollwork running down the sleeves, looking like the letters on the page of a particularly old book. "If Kellen's silent, then there's always some sort of problem," she tossed her head, backward and forward, shaking out her cascading waves of hair. Though the crowd was nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, Viktor spied a familiar, fiery-haired, figure deep in conversation with Kellen at the deck's far edge, but with one hand hovering near his belt. Where his sword is. Always assuming something will go wrong, even in Silverwood, where exciting is Kellen throwing a barn party or the carnival once a year.221Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BASl6cwaA
"Reynar's here. What is this?" He felt his hand begin to lose all feeling, then his arm, then his face and he shuddered until a hand reached out and wound its' way into his, following by Fjalda's flowing voice. "Whatever it is, they need you over there." She motioned to an open space where the crowd had stepped back in a half-circle around Marialena and Kellen, both of whom were holding mahogany-brown guitars with shining silver strings. No one in town quite understood what metal they were made of, only that one shop in the mountains made them and kept the process they used as closely guarded as a hidden store of gold.
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He found himself in front of the group, with Kellen's arm wrapped around his shoulder once again. "You reek of wine," he grimaced, which Kellen affected not to notice, instead electing to address the crowd. "People of Silverwood. Now that the esteemed Viktor Kyrgan is here, we can get started!" As one of his hands started to lose feeling again, he shook it, then shook himself out of Kellen's grasp, turning to frown at Marialena and Enialis in turn, the latter of whom winked. Typical. This is a setup.221Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGsdWPEQTZz
Vibrant, warm, and all-encompassing, the dual guitars rang out in unison, double-picking through a single chord before falling into the second and Viktor's heart began to beat, faster and faster as if it would jump out of his chest. It's her song. 221Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtrXjyfHs4G
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