[OUT OF UNIVERSE - Riotverse]
There were very few times of year that the streets of Adrianis weren’t bustling with people - and by that, Sleipnir meant that they never, ever weren’t. This was especially true, she noted, during the festival that brought in the new calendar year. The already packed avenues flooded with even more traders and patrons, everyone shuffling around each other on the narrow canals and even narrower stone pathways. Lanterns were strong criss-crossed above it all, glowing brightly with both magic and flame, and the constant chatter of people was like a wave crashing on the shore.
“Are we there yet?” An exaggeratedly exhausted voice piped up from behind her. Sleipnir let out a gentle huff, far too quiet for human ears even in quieter circumstances, but she had no doubt that the young trickster could hear it loud and clear.
“Do we look like we’re there yet, Roland?” she grumbled, sweeping her bangs back out of her face for what felt like the thousandth time that day. She knew she should have pinned it back today.