The chariot rolled down the gentle slope into the town, the rose-horses' petals drifting like a light mist around them. The town was unlike any Lira had seen before: the streets were cobblestone, narrow and winding, lined with small, elegant buildings, each with tiny balconies and flower boxes spilling over with color.
The inhabitants moved briskly along the streets—small, mouse-like beings, upright and nimble, dressed in layered tunics, vests, and skirts, adorned with embroidery that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Their whiskers twitched constantly, ears perked as they greeted one another, carried baskets, and guided children through the streets. Some paused to peer at the chariot with curiosity, fascinated by the unusual rose-horses.
