The song ended.
The ghost band dissapated into a stream of mist that flowed back into Laciryl's throat.
"I'm taking a break."
And with that the tall, slight figure of Laciryl Eciov strode off of the stage.
He walked slowly up to his room, spinning his key around his finger and whistling.
He unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking it behind him.
He rummaged through a tiny, magically locked chest and pulled out a small vibrating piece of metal.
The metal began to glow at his touch.
He hummed a bar of something low and incomprehensible.
"What is it?"
Came a gruff voice from the shard.
"Everything is okay in the Palace. Should I take a few days off and head for the Tarlow Highlands? I wouldn't want to miss anything..."
"Stay and wait for orders. We'll contact you the usual way."
Byako, City of Everything
Byako, the city of everything. A city hundreds of miles in size where anything can and does happy on a daily basis Join the random sillyness
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