445 HE
It's that time of year again. The trees are blooming and the air is sweet. Twilight comes late, and with it the many nocturnal sounds of spring. The world feels more alive, somehow.
And Alanna and Raph are in a tavern, observing their annual tradition; if you can call something that has only happened twice before a tradition.
(They do.)
“Shall I order more?” Alanna asks her companion, eyeballing the bottom of her tankard. It's only her second, so the question is largely rhetorical in nature.
And Alanna and Raph are in a tavern, observing their annual tradition; if you can call something that has only happened twice before a tradition.
(They do.)
“Shall I order more?” Alanna asks her companion, eyeballing the bottom of her tankard. It's only her second, so the question is largely rhetorical in nature.