Chapter Three
I wasn’t sad to leave Casavera. It was quaint, but also snobby, assumed to be better than most other towns east of the Lumina River, even though it was where dishonored elven families came to live. Instead, I looked forward to being back in the bustling, modern, wide streets of Cyfar. The ride north in Josie’s coach was smooth and pleasant, even if I did have to suffer through Josie and Otsoa’s flirting.
Cyfar appeared on the horizon, tall and gleaming white, tiered marble steps draped with silk banners and hanging plants. At each corner a tower of darker stone marked the water screws that kept the canals flowing through the city. There was already a crowd gathering at the city gate, so our coach pulled into line to take our turn passing under the massive marble arches in t
