Dancing Lights

[Brinty Spreas]

     Finally, she arrived in the fabled City of Lights, where tales of artistry, music, and beauty had woven dreams of diaphanous silks in hues of chartreuse and maroon into reality. As the gates parted, it became evident that these whispers were not mere fantasies crafted to stir envy.

     The elven woman, with her striking red hair and eyes of molten gold, graced the cobblestone streets with a natural poise. Behind elegant fans, murmurs spread through high society—a stranger with an enigmatic allure, appearing as if from the ether yet moving with the effortless confidence of the privileged. Some speculated on hidden motives; others admired her effortless charm.

     Her gaze darted curiously from street peddlers to grand châteaus, drinking in the scent of exotic spices used in cuisine foreign to her. It was an assault on the senses, yet one she welcomed. Boutique windows displayed silken gowns in various styles and fabrics, each uniquely adorned with luxurious embellishments, justifying their purchase. Using the coin earned from her travels across the Core, she purchased the finest gowns available, fashioning her red hair into a traditional Dementlieuse twist, mirroring the high society she observed.

     Amidst the glittering veneer of Dementlieu's nobility, she remained a mystery. Her true purpose, veiled in elegance and grace, was hers alone. With each step through the city's streets and dances along its historical avenues, she left an indelible mark—a testament that in Dementlieu, appearances often concealed deeper truths.