Bab 153: A Day So Bittersweet

Sitting under the shade of an overhead tent, Liliyana sipped on shaved ice, flavored with a cherry syrup. Held at the end of a small stick, she wanted to gobble it all up before the heat melted it completely.

"You don't have to slurp so much, you know?" Suggested Amedith, although he didn't exactly mind either way.

Her legs swinging back and forth on the stool, Liliyana was far too engrossed in enjoying the sweet treat to put any mind to anyone else. And despite being consumed in her own little joys, her eyes didn't stop wandering from here and there.

The bazaar, a festive place brimming with people and commodities of all kinds. From groceries to tools, or items of convenience, but most importantly, some of the most delectable treats in town. But what does a devil desire but a stick of ice with syrup?