>>Aelin
I turned to Draegon, hoping he'd refuse, but then—
He smirked softly.
"Five riddles?" he said, crossing his arms. "That's all?"
Oh? I had no idea he would react like that. But as I watched him, it felt like he liked the challenge.
I wanted to ask him, but all that came out was,
"A thing that runs but has no feet, with silver skin and a voice so sweet. What is it?"
Draegon turned to look at me, then glanced at the vendor, "It's on?"
The vendor shrugged, "It's on,"
He then turned to me again and answered without hesitation. "A river."
!!!
I felt something light in my chest. Like a knot being undone. It was very subtle and small though.
The vendor's grin widened. "Oh-ho! He's good. Let's begin."
Oh?
Is that what it was?
The vendor's delighted laughter rang through the festival. Around us, demons paused in their merrymaking, drawn by the promise of a challenge. The warm glow of lanterns flickered overhead, casting dancing shadows across the cobblestone street.
