Where the Night Took Us
Gentle lamplight danced over silk banners overhead as Moon's silver radiance poured through open roofs. Under the awning of lanterns and rustling fabric, the Moonspire Night Market throbbed with energy—laughter, music, and the drool-worthy scents and mix of roasted spices, ripe fruits, and incense winding through the night air.
Leon and Nova moved forward together. His golden eyes shone in the golden light, their typical mischief tempered with something quieter. She said nothing initially—merely gave his hand a little hard squeeze.
"We actually made it," she said, her tone low but inflected with something close to awe.
Leon smiled, not his typical smirk, but something genuine. "Told you I'd get us here."
Nova rolled her eyes, but the smile pulling at her lips betrayed her. "You got lucky."
"Maybe," he replied, stroking his thumb along hers. "But it's the good kind of lucky."
