Chapter 88: A Stroll Around Festival Grounds I
Orion led Sophia towards a pastry stall. The stall itself was an artwork of wood and iron. Carved wolf heads jutted from its corners, mouths open as though howling at the rows of pastries lined up beneath.
Each treat was arranged on stone slabs dusted with fine grounded white sugar, gleaming like frost in the early light. Small charms hung from the edge of the counter, tiny copper moons that jingled softly when touched.
Sophia leaned in. Her stomach gave a quiet, traitorous growl. There were only a few treats present but everything looked delicious.
The first tray was filled with what looked like braided buns, only these weren't ordinary buns. The dough shimmered faintly as if brushed with crushed ice. The vendor called them Frostbraids, sweet dough kneaded with spice root and a rare berry called snowfire that only grew under Nirvana's pines.
