The morning of the evaluation dawned white and brilliant, light refracting through Lumeria's crystalline towers like the world's most expensive prism. Even the air shimmered faintly with enchantment—a perfumed haze of vanilla, cardamom, and something floral that Marron couldn't quite place. It made the whole city feel like it was forever about to step onto a stage.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any more dazzling, Lumeria proves me wrong.
Marron had seen beautiful cities before, but never one that gleamed like this. Every window was clean enough to see your reflection twice. Unlike Whetvale, Lumeria had trams that ran through tracks along the middle of its roads.
They purchased tickets for the tram line going directly to the Lumerian Culinary Guild, and had to buy two seats for Mokko. He seemed a bit grumpy about this, but Marron checked her gold pouch and had enough for fare: 30 gold total.
