upon the cheek of night
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“Lyre Bearer!†My voice echoed over the cacophony of combat. My hazel eyes flashed over the flicker of flames, the fighting foes and the flying fruit. As a soldier slipped on a pile of slush and slammed into a slack-jawed sycophant, my swift eyes and godly cerebellum made sense of the situation.
I spotted Fennik Glenwey, the little puck of a fae responsible for coating the floor in frost. I had helped the child-sized fellow fine tune his ice magic. I scanned past a man who called himself Zack Blaze, seeing many details of his checkered past in a single instant. The demon Nosdyn and the warrior Leoric who faced Blaze would have their hands full. Already flames licked at the floorboards as a result of his noxious powers.
At the window behind the bar, a strange-looking fellow called Squiggy struggled to kidnap a female drow, whose name was unclear. It seemed his intentions were pure, however, so I saw no reason to intervene. I had my hands full looking for Philomel.
There.
Past the pilferous puck, behind the battling boys, and through the fast-spreading flames, I finally spotted her. The faun Philomel, the matriarch of the Gilded Lily, my traveling companion and ally of many years. In her hand was a flaming dagger, in her face was a masked foe, and on his face was a feisty fox-form fellow I knew as Veridian.
I leaped from table to table, the wooden planks jostling beneath my boots, fruit and vegetables flying past me on all sides. I jumped over the spreading flames, intentionally upsetting a tray full of ale mugs which splashed down in attempt to extinguish the fire. The bar owner could thank me later.
Sprinting the length of the last table, I took a flying leap and lashed out with a metal boot at the back of the ninja-assassin’s skull. If the bastard was tough enough to defeat me, Philomel, and her fox, then we didn’t deserve to call ourselves the Awesome-team. Which we never had done, but probably should.
"The breeze did not stir. The stars did not twinkle. The trees did not sway and the brook did not babble.
For the world did not turn when Am'aleh wept, and a tear had tumbled down her cheek."