The moonlight in Silkpetal Crescent was constant—neither harsh nor weak, but suspended in a gentle silver hue. In Lunareth Vale, the skies never truly darkened. The radiance was ambient, humming across stone arches and floating fabric signs that advertised custom charms, spell-threaded cloaks, and artisan rings. Soft music drifted from unseen sources, a polite chorus of string and wind instruments carefully balanced by the zone's audio design.
Raven and Theo sat beneath a flowering glass tree. It shimmered in moonlight and flickered with low-tier enchantment pulses. Nearby, a few players walked in slow circles, stopping occasionally to chat with vendors who didn't raise their voices. Silkpetal Crescent didn't do sales pitches. If you wanted something here, you found it yourself.
Catria turns around and approaches them quietly.
She didn't walk with hesitation—but she didn't make eye contact either. Just approached the bench, sat at the edge, and kept her hands folded in her lap.
