Silax sat alone on the bench. Yvonne had left a minutes after their conversation ended. He replayed their conversation in his mind, dissecting each phrase and analyzing every sentence.
Minutes bled into one another as he sat on the park bench, crimson light dappling his face through the leaves of a nearby tree. A rustle in the gravel path and a flicker of movement at the edge of his vision drew his attention.
An elderly elf with a deep tan and distinguished silver hair ambled past, his gait slow and measured. His hands cradled a peculiar looking birdcage.
Its intricate design wasn't what captivated him, it was the subtle glow that emanated from the cage's ornate bars. It was etched with tiny runes that pulsed with light, as if containing a captured fragment of a starry night.
An unexplainable pull resonated within Silax. It was as if an invisible thread connected him to the birdcage, tugging him towards it with an insistent hum.
