Fallen Grace

'No… I'm definitely not imagining it. These people are weird!'

The citizens of Fallen Grace were indeed looking at Sunny funny. The frail old man in front of him was smiling with an odd mix of joy and terror, just like the rest of the elderly folks that had met them on the pier. They were simultaneously far too excited and far too scared, like a bunch of teenagers who met an idol for the first time.

He could vaguely understand why they would be delighted — it seemed that Dusk had already been waiting for Sunny and Nephis, after all. Which was potentially a piece of good news...

But where had the awe and terror come from?

'Uh… maybe I shouldn't have shown up as a serpent?'

Sunny had thought that the River People would be accustomed to seeing creatures of all kinds, but maybe he was wrong. Still… there was a strange incongruity between the age of these people and how animated their reactions were. 

This whole city was strange.