Absolute Cheater

Valeris, quiet but observant, paused by a stall displaying delicate enchanted wind chimes. Each one was tuned to a different elemental hum—fire, water, wind, and even starlight. She tilted her head upward, watching a group of skyfish drift lazily above, their glowing tails painting soft trails across the dark canvas of night. "Even the air here feels different," she murmured.

They wandered deeper into the Bazaar, where the walkways narrowed and the stalls became more unique. A Mersid artisan was showing how underwater ink danced like liquid moonlight across sea-paper, creating calligraphy that shimmered with every shift of angle. Nearby, a siren played a shell-harp, her notes rippling outward while colorful illusions of coral gardens bloomed and faded behind her. At another stall, a masked merchant with six nimble hands juggled floating trinkets—some glowed, some hummed, others blinked in rhythm—and called out in rhymes, offering "one blessing or three tricks, buyer's pick!"

Freya suddenly tugged Asher's arm, eyes locked onto a treat vendor. "Oh! Look at those!" she said, pointing to fluffy cloudfruit dipped in golden amber syrup. Next to them were sea-mint sugar sticks that exhaled a soft, frosty mist and tiny jellyfish-shaped cakes that jiggled cheerfully in their trays.

"Oh my stars," she grinned. "I'm getting five of everything."

Catherine chuckled as she lifted a gleaming gemstone from another table. It gave off a faint, joyful giggle when turned in her hand. "Some of this stuff isn't even practical," she said with amusement. "It's just here to make you smile. I love it."

Veyra drifted toward a perfumer's stand, drawn by a soft red shimmer and a scent that clung to the air like whispered spice. Her eyes lit up. "This is blood-mint. Real Mirion stock. It smells like... a storm in bloom."

"Then you have to get it," Asher said, nodding with approval. "Tonight's about collecting moments."

Just ahead, they passed beneath a tall arch draped in silver ivy and enchanted glass. Behind it, a game stall had popped up—spinning puzzle-orbs, color-matching rods, and hover discs that players could guide through intricate mazes. A few younger visitors were already deep in concentration.

Freya gasped again. "Ooh! Asher! Look at that game! If I win, I get a floating scarf!"

"I'll hold your sweets," he said, grinning. "Go win that scarf."

While Freya dashed off, Veyra and Catherine started comparing rare gemstone dice sold by a masked vendor. "We could use these for our next card night," Catherine said, her voice full of amusement. "Only if we don't lose them to Freya again."

Meanwhile, Valeris wandered slightly ahead, pausing near a soft-lit path where music was beginning to rise. A soft hum of strings and flute drifted through the air, growing clearer with each step.

She turned to the group. "I think the amphitheater is just ahead. Should we head there next, or explore the other side of the market first? I saw a board game stall near the canal bridge."

Asher glanced between the glowing stalls and the music trail. "We've got time. How about we visit the game stall, then settle in for music after?"

"Perfect," Veyra agreed, slipping the small blood-mint bottle into her satchel. "Let's keep going."

Catherine clapped her hands once, eyes gleaming. "Then I want to try that ring-toss game we passed earlier. The one with the blinking sea crystals. Loser buys dessert."

"Deal," Asher said immediately.

Their laughter blended into the hum of the Bazaar as they walked side by side. Each step brought a new burst of color, scent, or sound—hovering lanterns changing shape, a pocket-sized puppet show with dancing firebirds, a sculptor shaping clay with gentle waves of telekinetic pressure.

They weren't rushing toward anything. Just enjoying everything. Stopping where they pleased. Laughing, tasting, trying.

The Bazaar welcomed them with open arms, and they moved through it as a single, joyful group—friends wrapped in light and color, taking in all the magic Mirion had to offer, one delight at a time.

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They strolled leisurely down the next stretch of floating walkway, where the glow beneath their feet pulsed in soft rhythm with the ambient music floating through the air. The lights from above reflected in the gently rippling water below, giving the impression that they were walking between two skies—one above, one below.

Ahead, the board game stall Valeris had mentioned came into view. It was shaped like a circular pavilion, with low tables and cushions set up for passersby to sit and play. Dozens of games were laid out—some familiar, some entirely Mirion-crafted. One involved shifting tiles that rearranged themselves based on the players' thoughts. Another was a dice-and-crystal game where summoned mini-creatures battled across tiny floating platforms.

Catherine crouched beside one of the tables, inspecting a game where two mirrored spheres responded to opposing gestures. "This one looks dangerous," she said with a sly smile. "Let's definitely play it."

"I like the look of that one," Veyra said, pointing to a strategy game with delicately carved coral pieces. "It's like chess, but the board floats and reshapes every few turns."

"I'll sit that one out," Asher said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I know when I'm outmatched."

Freya, having returned with two floating scarves (she won and talked the booth owner into a second prize), immediately flopped down next to Veyra. "Let's team up and beat Catherine. She cheats when she's winning."

"I do not cheat," Catherine replied smoothly. "I simply... accelerate victory."

Valeris took a seat at a smaller table near the edge of the pavilion, where a more meditative game involving gemstone stacking and balancing was being demonstrated by a local craftsman. She seemed content, her movements calm and precise, matching the flow of soft music nearby.

They played for a while, laughter and mock protests rising as Catherine declared a dubious win and Freya demanded a rematch. Veyra's calm strategizing clashed beautifully with Freya's wild instincts, creating the sort of friendly chaos only true friends could enjoy.

Eventually, Asher looked up and pointed toward the west-facing path. "The music's getting stronger. Think it's time?"

Valeris was already standing. "Yes. That's the amphitheater. I can feel it through the boards."

They thanked the game host, left a few coins in the tip jars, and made their way toward the edge of the Whispering Bazaar.

The path curved, the floating bridges becoming broader, more elegant. As they rounded a final corner, the submerged amphitheater revealed itself like a vision.

Built into a gently sloped cove, its tiered seating descended right into the water. The stage was a translucent platform, partially submerged, where instruments floated and shimmered under soft lanterns strung between coral arches. Musicians were already playing—soft strings, a silver-flute melody, and a mellow drum that sounded like a heartbeat echoing through water.

The seats were carved from smooth shell-stone, glowing faintly. The sea lapped gently at the lower levels, and some audience members had dipped their feet into the water, basking in the ambient magic that filled the place.

Asher and his group found a spot halfway down—close enough to feel immersed, far enough to see everything. Freya kicked off her sandals and let her feet dangle in the water, sighing in bliss. "This is perfect."

Veyra rested against Asher's shoulder, eyes half-lidded as the music washed over her like a lullaby. "I could stay here for hours."

Catherine leaned back, arms crossed behind her head. "No plans, no deadlines, just... sound and stars. Why don't we do this more often?"

Valeris closed her eyes, breathing in the salt-tinged air. "Because it wouldn't be special if we did. Some moments are meant to be rare."

Asher didn't say anything—he just smiled, looking at each of them in turn, then out at the water where light and sound danced across the surface in perfect harmony.

Above them, the stars glittered. Around them, the city of Mirion sang in quiet joy.

And for that evening, there was nowhere else in the world they'd rather be.

The music continued to drift over the water, soft and peaceful. Gentle notes from the flute mixed with the deep strum of strings, and the sound echoed across the amphitheater like a lullaby.

Asher sat with his arms resting behind him, legs stretched out, watching the glowing stage. He didn't speak—just listened, soaking in the calm. Veyra leaned against him, her eyes half-closed, smiling quietly. Freya was already lying down on the smooth stone seat, both feet splashing lazily in the water below.

Catherine sat cross-legged beside Valeris, watching the musicians. "I didn't expect this part of the night to be my favorite," she said. "But it's kind of perfect."

Valeris nodded. "It's peaceful. The kind of place that lets your thoughts go quiet."

The group sat like that for a while, saying very little, just enjoying the music and the soft sounds of the city around them. The amphitheater glowed gently, and the water reflected the stars above like a moving mirror.

After a few songs, Freya sat up suddenly. "Okay, next I want to try the painting stall!" she said, eyes sparkling again. "The one where you paint with enchanted colors and the picture moves."

"Oooh, I saw that one," Veyra said. "It was near the bridge with the floating flower lights."

"We can stop by there on the way back," Asher agreed with a grin. "And maybe grab one more round of sweets before we call it a night."