The road to Midspire is cloaked in darkness, the trio skirting the
edge of the sinister woods where the trees whisper with every gust
of wind. Thankfully, a well-worn path cuts through the
gloom—evidence of many travelers who’ve braved this route
before.
Beyond the woods, the terrain shifts. A narrow mountain pass winds
between the jagged spines of the Mt. Thunder range and the sheer
drop of Silent Chasm. It’s a quiet, eerie stretch, where even the
wind seems to hush itself.
But then—light.
Little glints of dawn begin to break over the peaks, painting the
sky in soft hues of gold and lavender.
Far ahead, silhouetted against the growing light, rises Midspire. A
sprawling city of sharp angles and flickering lamps, perched
between night and day.
"Ah, no need, I have my own jacket, it's my favourite one ^^" *Bitzer takes out a few berries from his bag*
"I appreciate your effort in making this tho. Here, have some
berries for making that jacket."
“There’s a little inn near the market square—The Glimmering Fang.
Clean beds, quiet rooms, and they’ve got this berry bread that’s
way better than it has any right to be.”
Magic twirls midair, letting the light catch in her fur. “I always
stay there when I pass through. The innkeeper’s a little cranky,
but he warms up if you compliment his garden.”
"Hm. Glimmering Fang it is, then?" Peridot asked, looking at Magic
with a soft smile. "I only hope it's a reliable place. Can't say
I've ever heard of it before; then again, I haven't been there in
many years."