Feyborne Chronicles

Chapter 14: Alex's Tea Party Education

The hand that had gently guided me through the portal belonged to Lysandra, just as I had suspected. She wore a smile, clearly amused by my reaction to this sudden change in scenery. Without a word, she turned and began walking in another direction, gesturing for me to follow.
As I trailed behind her, taking in the sights of this remarkable treetop city, I realized that each step in the Fey realm was a journey into the extraordinary. The seamless integration of nature and Fey ingenuity in this city was yet another example of the boundless possibilities in this world.

Walking through the streets of this treetop city, I observed the nuances of Fey culture, finding it vastly different from the urban environments I was accustomed to. The usual hustle and bustle of city life, with its cacophony of sounds and hurried movements, was absent here. In its place was a serene, almost nonchalant atmosphere. The Fey moved with a relaxed grace, their actions unhurried yet purposeful.

The vendors at the stalls, unlike the aggressive hawkers I had known, didn't shout to attract customers. Instead, they greeted passersby with warm smiles and an inviting demeanor. It was a refreshing change, a culture where the hard sell was replaced by a more personal and engaging approach.

As Lysandra led the way, I noticed the reaction of those around us. People gave her a wide berth, not out of fear but out of respect. Her presence commanded attention, and it was evident she was held in high regard. This deference intrigued me and hinted at her importance within the Fey community.

I had been informed that the Summer Court was not particularly welcoming to other Fey, especially those from different courts. However, the atmosphere in this part of the city seemed more open and inclusive. It made me wonder if the aloofness of the Summer Court was more a trait of its higher echelons rather than a reflection of the common Fey populace.

As I walked alongside Lysandra through the vibrant streets of the Fey city, a question began to form in my mind. "Hey, Lysandra. I was wond..." But before I could finish, she halted abruptly and turned to face me. Placing a finger to her lips, she gestured for silence. I instantly understood and mimicked zipping my mouth shut. Lysandra nodded in approval, and we resumed our walk.

As we moved through the crowd, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances and hushed whispers directed my way. Some of the Fey onlookers even scrutinized me more openly, their gazes lingering with a mix of curiosity and speculation. It made me wonder, what about my presence or actions had sparked such a reaction?

Was it my unfamiliar appearance, or perhaps something more subtle, like my mannerisms or the way I walked? Maybe it was simply the fact that I was in the company of Lysandra, who clearly held a position of respect and influence in this society. Whatever the reason, it was clear that I stood out in this setting.

As Lysandra and I progressed, we arrived at the base of an immense tree whose trunk was encircled by a spiraling staircase. Instead of heading towards the stairs, however, Lysandra approached the trunk itself, where two young Fey guards stood watch. Their recognition and immediate nod to Lysandra indicated her status and authority. They allowed her to pass without question, and she glanced back at me, motioning for me to follow. The guards also permitted me to pass, a gesture that hinted at my association with Lysandra.

Reaching the tree trunk, Lysandra walked straight into it and vanished as if passing through an unseen portal. 'Another one of these,' I thought. It seemed such magical gateways were a common feature in the Fey world, yet their presence was not always obvious without some indication, like the presence of guards.

Following Lysandra through the invisible gateway, I emerged into an entirely new scene. Unlike before, Lysandra didn't pause; she continued walking ahead with purpose. I, however, was momentarily rooted to the spot, completely captivated by the sight before me.