The moon was full and bright; casting a silvery ray on the ground as Kyra walked to the balcony of the three-storey stone mansion Meredith had designated to the group as accommodation and watched the whole of Temperstone from it.
As the Soul of magic had realised, the Temperstonians were people who the time of day seemly didn't matter much to. In a distance, the light of a blacksmith shop was on; heavy metal sounds coming from it as they were forged and beaten, ringing clearly across the land to show the smith still hard at work even at that time of the night.
Not so far from the shop, two women watered a bouquet of flowers. Nightblooms, Kyra recognized the flowers as; so named because they only bloomed and could be tended to under the cover of darkness. The women chatted spiritedly wh
