Everything from his trousers to boot was fashioned from supple leather that had been treated to withstand even the harshest conditions and crafted with care, tailored to fit him perfectly by the skilled hands of the Forest Spring Spirits.
The clothes not only enhanced his looks but also gave him a formidable presence.
"I suppose I should thank Daphne as well," Simon replied, glancing down at his own outfit with a rare smile.
"She certainly knows how to dress someone for a festival."
Irene chuckled softly "Yes, she does. It's nice to see you in something other than your usual battle gear."
As they sat together, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the festival, the tension of the past battles seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of calm and belonging.
The laughter of children, the distant music, the sight of couples dancing under the lanterns—everything seemed to slow down, allowing them a moment of reprieve.