The summer heat had finally retreated.
In its place came a gentler warmth — the kind that brushed softly against the skin and hinted at the coming of autumn. The city of Valon had settled into that seasonal shift, with cooler breezes and longer shadows. And in the heart of its noble district, the top floor of the famed Mirae's Restaurant had once again been rented out in full.
By Elyra, of course.
Mirae's wasn't just any restaurant — it was one of Valon's most exclusive. The upper level, reserved only by those with money or influence (or both), boasted wide windows overlooking the city skyline, plush crimson seats, and tables crafted from enchanted whitewood that never stained or dulled.
This evening, one table in particular was alive with light conversation and soft laughter.
