[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Bunnybury]
Puck continued to drift slowly through the narrow streets of Bunnybury, letting the gentle flow of the town guide her. She didn't bother choosing a direction with any real intention. The small flower a rabbit had given her was still between her fingers, and she twirled the stem idly while observing everything around her.
It was still peaceful.
That word kept returning to her mind.
The streets weren't loud, the rabbits weren't rushing, and even the small conversations she overheard seemed idle and polite rather than hurried or tense. Two rabbits passed beneath her carrying a wooden crate filled with vegetables, discussing something about the next day's market schedule. Another pair walked slowly together while debating which tailor in the city made the best waistcoats.
None of it sounded dramatic, nor did it sound urgent.
It was simply life continuing at a steady pace.
