Through the cobbles and stones, moss grew and took hold of the city's paths. Every morning the honeydew glistened brightly through the streets and the hint of fresh water running through reinvigorated tired lungs with a fresh breath of life. From houses of logs, palm leaves and the likes; smoke rose high with a hint of cinnamon and freshly baked dough. Moving through those rush of such pleasant scents in canoes, Raven and his party could hear their bellies rumble.
"Want something to eat?" leaning back with her legs paddling from the side of the canoe, Mercedes pushed her head into Raven's chest and stared up into his eyes. "Then let there be cupcakes!"
