As we step through the doors of the Gilded Horns, a familiar warmth envelops us, a stark, comforting contrast to the chaos we've just left behind. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread lingers in the air, the quiet hum of conversation filling the space like a low, steady rhythm. For a moment, it almost feels like nothing has changed.
Almost.
Before I can take another step, a blur of energy bounds toward us—
Lilly.
Our ever-adorable sheep-girl server, all soft wool and boundless enthusiasm, radiating sunshine as always. Her fluffy ears perk up as she dashes forward, her curls bouncing with each step.
"Eris! Felicia! Welcome back!" she chirps, her voice as bright as ever, paired with a smile so sweet it could probably cure ailments on the spot. Her wide, golden eyes gleam with genuine excitement as she clasps her hands together.
"Are you two hungry for dinner?"
Her infectious energy almost makes me forget the weight pressing down on my chest—
Almost.
