Chapter Celestoria's Tale
-Celestoria, Ignisfell-
Eamon and Rosche, accompanied by the twins, arrived at the city gate. As they passed through, they immediately noticed a significant increase in the number of people on the streets compared to when they had left.
“It’s incredible how the streets have transformed in just a few hours since we left. It was like a ghost town before,” Rosche remarked, her eyes scanning the busy surroundings.
“Perhaps the mourning period is over, and people are ready to move forward with their lives,” Eamon mused, offering his thoughts on the sudden change in the atmosphere.
Eowyn chimed in, her knowledge of local customs shining through, “Not quite, Eclipsarians usually mourn for 14 days, and in the case of royalty, they extend it for an additional 14 days.”
Rosche raised an eyebrow, puzzled, “But it’s been only 13 days since King Altair’s passing. Something must have happened while we were away.”
Davhil interjected, shedding some light on the matter, “Rumors are spreading that there’s trouble within the royal family. At the moment, the kingdom has no heir.”
Curious about their new acquaintances, Rosche asked, “Are you folks from Celestoria too?”
Eowyn shook her head, “No, our hometown is Umbralith, but our frequent travels often bring us to this area. The news of King Altair’s passing has indeed spread rapidly, leaving a profound impact across the entire kingdom of Arantle. Given the current circumstances in Celestoria, it’s no surprise that information travels fast.”
Eamon, ever practical, urged them to press on, “Well, let’s not linger. Geran might be awaiting us at Minstrel Chalice.”
With a shared sense of purpose, the group continued on their journey, eager to reunite with their companion.