This color was the white of a moon, and it seemed to carry a cold air that was shaking the surroundings.
Everyone here inside the Hall knew the meaning of that color and an uproar was generated inside the crowd. Rumor of the event transpiring inside the Hall was beginning to spread throughout the Town, and people from all over were starting to flock over to understand what was causing the fuss.
The buzz of an earth-shaking genius born inside their town was spreading like wildfire, and all gazes were beginning to turn to the Town Hall.
The people on the platform were not much better. Livia Bolfrey held the edges of her father's robe with a death grip, her eyes wide open in excitement and joy, for such a talent to be born from their small town meant great news for all of them. Who could it be? Was it anybody she knew?
