As the last echoes of applause faded from the tavern below, Elara and Nell stumbled up the narrow stairs, giggling like schoolgirls. The adrenaline from the performance still coursed through their veins, making them giddy with excitement.
"Did you see their faces?" Nell exclaimed as they reached the landing. "I thought old Tom's eyes were gonna pop right out of his head when you hit that high note!"
Elara laughed, her cheeks flushed with exertion and joy. "I can hardly believe it myself. It all feels like a dream."
They made their way to Nell's small room, which had become their impromptu dressing area. As soon as the door closed behind them, Elara let out a long, contented sigh and flopped onto the bed.
"Oi, watch it!" Nell chided playfully. "You'll wrinkle that pretty dress of yours."
Elara sat up, smoothing out the colourful fabric. "Oh, right. I suppose I should change back into my own clothes now."
