The Dance of Nobles
Golden twilight drenched Moonspire in a honeyed light, and as the sun dipped closer to the horizon, the city changed into a stunning display of light and promise.
From the loftiest balconies to the lowliest courtyards, Moonspire glimmered with revelry. Silk banners of moon-silver and royal blue billowed like breathless secrets in the wind, their hues flashing with each elegant movement. White lilies—Moonspire's sacred royal flower—curled in sweet garlands around archways, balconies, and wrought gates. Crystals floated above the cobblestone pathways, spinning gently, scattering shimmers of rainbow upon marble and silk. The whole city pulsed with life—buzzing with energy, scented with rose and spice, and shrouded in a promise that tonight would be remembered.
