After our visit to the boutique, we decided to take a moment to stroll through the cobblestone streets of the village. Anna, delighted with our purchases and the ongoing preparations, walked a bit ahead with Ezran. They chatted joyfully, their voices blending with the light sounds of the wind and the distant noises of shops closing their doors for the evening.
I lagged slightly behind, letting my thoughts wander. The strange sensation I had felt in the boutique had not completely left me. There was something in the air, a subtle tension that followed me, although I couldn't understand its origin. I made an effort to dispel this feeling, focusing on the steady steps of my boots against the cobblestones.
