Threshold of the Suncrest
"What do you say, Brother?" she asked, her voice guarded, but with a quiver to it, not from fear, but from the hushed intimacy of curiosity. She felt the tensity surrounding him, the stillness of purpose that hinted at unspoken struggles and desires, and it awakened something within her that she did not yet comprehend.
"Nothing," he said, giving a slight smile. "Just thinking.
The carriage rode easily down the curving road, its wheels squashing gently over the cobblestones. Alongside, the white-stone mansions stood like silent guards, their windows filled with golden light. Everywhere fountains sang softly at each intersection, their water picking up the golden glow of the lamps and tossing shimmering reflections across the pavement. Each gate held a history—family sigils inscribed in painstaking gold, others glowing softly with enchanted symbols that glowed with generations' worth of secrets.
