The shoreline gave way to stone paths as Noel and Elena left the beach behind. The capital of Nivaria stretched before them, alive even under the night sky. Streetlamps powered by mana crystals glowed with a soft, steady light, casting golden pools across the cobblestones. The scent of salt from the sea mingled with spices and roasted food drifting from the market stalls that still clung to life at this hour.
Elena adjusted the hem of her dress, glancing up at the bustle with curiosity. Her hand hovered uncertainly until Noel offered his arm. She hesitated only a moment before slipping hers through his, her pointed ears warming pink under the lantern light.
The streets bustled, but it felt different from Valon. Less polished, more vibrant. Children darted between stalls chasing each other, merchants called out half-heartedly, and music from a lone violinist carried faintly through the air.
Elena's voice broke the silence, soft and almost hesitant. "It feels… normal."
