White, fluffy clouds lazily drifted across the azure sky as the sun beamed beatifically, casting a mellow golden layer upon the city of Bellmore. Concurrently, a tender breeze swept up the nearby trees, prompting them to sway rhythmically to a soundless tune, livening up the atmosphere.
In a certain section of the city, the market roared with rage for it now was awake from its peaceful slumber. Vibrant colored shops were stuffed and countless street vendors made the street extremely narrow forcing people to walk in a straight file like trained soldiers going to inevitable battle.
"...Mikaela, sorry, I didn't expect that today would be this -vibrant-, please stay close to me..." said Alfraed, while stretching his arms to not let anyone bump into her.
