Chapter 65 Everly
Chapter sixty-five
Everly
The Skythari Nomads have outdone themselves, hosting a feast so grand it seems to light up the entire encampment.
Fires burn bright, casting a warm glow over the gathered tribe as laughter and music fill the air.
The rich aromas of spiced meats and freshly baked bread mingle with the sharp tang of the mountain air.
The mood is infectious. Even Raiden, usually so serious, seems to have relaxed, his deep chuckle carrying across the gathering as Kaden tries to teach him one of their traditional drinking songs. Zaria and Iridessa are caught up in a lively dance, spinning and twirling with a grace I can only envy.
But as much as I want to join in, I’m finding it hard to fully embrace the celebration.
My thoughts keep straying back to Maxon, bound and suffering under the Shadoweaver’s cruel magic.