Isadora couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Mossvale. The denizens were busy, adorning every corner in preparation for Heartmoon—splashes of red decorated the streets, blending with the snow.
At the center of the streets, a large pile of wood was dumped to make a bonfire.
Laughter and chatter filled the air, and hearing these heartfelt noises, the dark cloud hanging over Isadora was reduced.
She allowed herself to be immersed in this peaceful view, a fleeting experience she would enjoy before they left.
But something bothered Isadora. Her eyes had skimmed through every view of Mossvale. It wasn't a big village, and she could recognise every face.
It bothered her that she hadn't seen any elders here; they were all so young, and there were many children too. Back at the Raven Court, on several occasions, she had seen the elderly, but this place was a mystery.
