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==Lore== | ==Lore== | ||
The noise of the Bazaar was a background hum, the seemingly electric energy pulsating all around | The noise of the Bazaar was a background hum, the seemingly electric energy pulsating all around Sloane as she wandered among the Festival of the Lost vendors. A Human sold delicate pottery beside Eliksni weavers showcasing their intricate fabrics. There were platters of stuffed figs and mugs of Ether Fizz. A Bracus tended a flame below a spit. The charring meat sizzled with each turn, and war beasts lapped at the fat that trickled to the ground. Two Awoken Corsairs shared a roasted artichoke, both warming their fingers on the coal-blistered petals. Human and Eliksni children darted past, their laughter and chittering carried on the wind. | ||
Everything here struck Sloane's senses as ruefully foreign and strangely dissonant. She'd missed so much. Her grief caught in her throat as the spiny shell of a | Everything here struck Sloane's senses as ruefully foreign and strangely dissonant. She'd missed so much. Her grief caught in her throat as the spiny shell of a Hive Ghost glided into view, and Sloane felt her jaw drop. She mentally noted even more questions for Zavala. | ||
Rehnpeir's Drunken Noodle caught her eye up ahead, the sign blissfully familiar, and she sighed with relief for a moment. | Rehnpeir's Drunken Noodle caught her eye up ahead, the sign blissfully familiar, and she sighed with relief for a moment. | ||
Aisha and Shayura waved her over to a table. "You made it," Shayura said, affection laced into the edge of her voice. | |||
"I'm glad you're here too," Sloane said. "Both of you." Aisha handed a steaming bowl to Sloane and put another in front of an empty chair. | "I'm glad you're here too," Sloane said. "Both of you." Aisha handed a steaming bowl to Sloane and put another in front of an empty chair. | ||
Aisha's gaze followed Sloane's. " | Aisha's gaze followed Sloane's. "Reed will always have a seat at our table," Aisha said. Shayura nodded and offered a supportive but strained smile, and Aisha gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. | ||
Sloane looked down again at the bowl in front of her. Swirls of noodles and slices of meat soaked in the creamy broth, and the egg's golden yolk pooled around the bok choy nestled beside it. She stared at her meal, as if to commit every noodle to memory. | Sloane looked down again at the bowl in front of her. Swirls of noodles and slices of meat soaked in the creamy broth, and the egg's golden yolk pooled around the bok choy nestled beside it. She stared at her meal, as if to commit every noodle to memory. | ||