At first, it was faint, so faint she almost dismissed it. It was a slight shift in the rhythm of the noise around her, as the laughter seemed sharper and slowly drew closer. The crackling of a nearby lantern sounded louder than it should, and Lucrezia frowned slightly.
In an attempt to mask her confusion, she took another sip of cider. The warmth slid down her throat, but it did little to settle the strange awareness building in the back of her mind.
A voice, somewhere behind her, cut through the air with unnatural clarity, and Lucrezia turned slightly, but the speaker was too far and too anonymous to make sense of the words spoken earlier.
Her brows knit together. What was that?
"Are you alright?"
Lucrezia blinked as her thoughts dissolved into thin air, looking back at Vespera. "No-yes, yes I'm fine," She said, wearing the most natural expression she could think of.
