A glare is thrown in Laurna's direction. "Beyond that!"
"It's not important, come darling!" Laruna drags her out of the courtyard into the street proper. It's louder suddenly, the walls muffling the noise of the busy street.
People dressed colorfully in warm clothing, still not having taken the sun for real. A loaded cart drawn by a horse with a horn on it goes by, its driver trying to navigate the press of people with out stepping on them.
The street is broad with an island of grass down the middle and paved stones on each side. Slush is found on the gutters and bits of snow still cling to the shadows of bushes and buildings. Almost every single person walking smells of magic, the sort of earth and fire, water and air.
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"It's not important, come darling!" Laruna drags her out of the courtyard into the street proper. It's louder suddenly, the walls muffling the noise of the busy street.
People dressed colorfully in warm clothing, still not having taken the sun for real. A loaded cart drawn by a horse with a horn on it goes by, its driver trying to navigate the press of people with out stepping on them.
The street is broad with an island of grass down the middle and paved stones on each side. Slush is found on the gutters and bits of snow still cling to the shadows of bushes and buildings. Almost every single person walking smells of magic, the sort of earth and fire, water and air.