Vesta’s vardo sits in Umbris’ garden like a jewel amidst its dark surroundings. It’s elaborately painted in purples, blues, and golds, and its curves are traced with delicate celestial motifs. Glass lanterns hang from the eaves and corners, while bells threaded along the filigree jingle with the slightest movement.

Usually, the windows and doors are flung wide, the scent of vanilla and incense drifting into the city. Today, however, it’s silent. Its doors are shut tight, windows sealed. The lanterns hang still and unlit. No scent drifts from inside. It sits as though it's been abandoned for weeks.
As Storm and Nill approach, the pixie studies it with careful interest, tilting her head before glancing at the draconian.

“You are being sure of this place being the right?”

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