The lantern-lit streets, the hustle and bustle passing families, and the hearty sounds of children giggling; the streets of Athenia were a charm at night, and with the hint of seasoned meat, freshly made candy, and the sizzling of otherwise unsavory veggies, was unlike anything in from the kingdom of Elenaris. It was homely, warm, and carried a sense of simplicity, and yet it provided something to Shamisha that she'd never felt living in the spire, comfort.
'Everyone's…so healthy, how?' Moving through the crowd her hand brushed against the other, and the bounce from their skin reminded her of the cold touch of automatons as well as the animalistic demis. Some pumped oil, the others cold blood, one had no use of riches and the other shower in them at the council. 'Yet these people, what do they have that's making them smile?'