Though they did not understand the culture of these new people, the team took in everything around. For Geneva and team, it was the swirling red and colourful skies that were unsettling.
But apart from that, they could not get enough of how little Faes zapped around all in a hurry. The castle hummed with a strange rhythm, part festival, part battlefield drill. Servants darted through the torchlit halls, arms laden with bolts of shimmering cloth that looked less like fabric and more like woven moonlight or some sort of strange lights.
They were led along winding corridors and started to even think that they were lost. Geneva and Alex gradually lost their apprehension, especially seeing how many more elders had joined to lead their entourage and how Ian was being literally worshipped as they moved.
They entered a great chamber, where seamstresses seemed to be at work. They were so tiny that all Geneva could make out were flies zapping around a large cloth suspended in the air.
