The castle balconies of Silent market served as places where guests could converse with each other without their voices getting absorbed. Rowan paid for an unoccupied balcony and they walked out of the oppressive silence. It was a relief for Syryn to finally hear something. Waves hitting the rocky island never sounded sweeter to the alchemist.
"Did you find what you wanted to buy?" Syryn asked the anti mage. The hood over Rowan's head had slipped back and the golden hair that Syryn loved was on full display. Moonlight's kiss on Rowan was magical to the observant Syryn.
"Unfortunately no," Rowan replied, unaware of Syryn's appreciation of his form. "But I'll keep looking."
