The Star Shard
“Behind, the door closed with a bang. She disliked being in the blackness with the doorkeeper, so she descended quickly toward the firelight. When her hand touched a sticky web, she stifled a cry. Once, she heard Miwa spit angrily and growl at something unseen. Cymbril stood still, heart pounding, as something wheezy and foul-smelling brushed past the hem of her skirt, soft feet making squishing noises. Where the smallish thing might be going, she couldn't imagine.
The light grew. Miwa waited for her at the stairway's foot, where a fire in a tripod brazier threw its glow across the plank floor. The babble of many voices filled the air, along with swirls of laughter and the music of pipes. Cymbril held her breath and peered out past an archway covered with vines and ruby-red berries.
Smoke drifted everywhere, rising from other braziers, from tents lit up by colored fires inside, from bubbling kettles, and from torches whose brackets were shaped into metal birds and gargoyles.
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