Chapter 122: Brief Normalcy (II)
They continued trading stories while working through their tea and pastries. William found himself actually enjoying the casual atmosphere, the gentle teasing and shared experiences creating a sense of camaraderie different from team training.
After the tea shop, Lyanna led them through the market square where vendors sold everything from essence-reactive trinkets to practical cultivation supplies to completely mundane household goods.
"Oh, look at these," Sara stopped at a stall selling small essence crystals shaped into decorative jewelry. "These are beautiful. Are they functional or just aesthetic?"
The vendor who was an elderly woman with sharp eyes, smiled. "Both, dear. The crystals are low-grade essence storage, they are not enough for combat use, but they’ll hold a small amount for minor techniques or emergency situations. And they’re really pretty too."
Sara examined a pendant shaped like a snowflake. "This matches my ice affinity. How much does it cost?"
While Sara negotiated with the vendor, Lyanna pulled William toward a bookstall.
"You like reading, right? I see you in the library sometimes."
"I read frequently."
"That’s not quite the same as liking it, but I’ll accept the answer." Lyanna browsed the available books. "What do you actually enjoy reading? Please don’t say ’cultivation manuals and combat theory.’"
"I read those, but I also read history, philosophy, occasionally fiction."
"Fiction!" Lyanna looked delighted. "What kind of fiction?"
"Anything well-written. Genre doesn’t matter much."
Lyanna pulled a book from the stall. "This is one of my favorites. It’s about a scholar who accidentally gets pulled into political intrigue despite wanting nothing to do with court politics. Very witty, excellent character work." She handed it to him. "You should read it."
William examined the book, it was well-worn but carefully maintained. "You’re lending me your personal copy?"
"Consider it a recommendation from a friend. You can return it after you’ve read it." Lyanna smiled. "And then we can discuss it. I love talking about books but no one else in our friend group reads fiction."
"I would enjoy that."
They purchased a few items from various stalls, Sara got her pendant, Marcus found a set of essence-reactive practice stones he wanted to use later, and Liam bought what he claimed were rare cultivation herbs but looked suspiciously like common garden plants.
As they walked toward the fountain area Lyanna had mentioned, William noticed how comfortable the group had become. Conversation flowed easily, teasing was gentle rather than cruel, and there was genuine enjoyment in each other’s company.
"This is nice," he said without thinking.
Lyanna looked at him with surprise. "William Cross admitting something is nice? Should I document this moment?"
"I’m capable of enjoying things too you know."
"Are you though? Because most of the time you’re so focused on training or studying or whatever mysterious things you do alone that it seems like enjoyment isn’t in your vocabulary." She bumped his shoulder gently. "Although I’m glad you came today. You need more of this in your life."
"Yeah sure, whatever you say" William said with a slight chuckle.
They reached the fountain square where several street performers were entertaining small crowds. A fire dancer was creating intricate patterns with essence-enhanced flames while maintaining a humorous running commentary. A musician played an instrument William didn’t recognize, the melody hauntingly beautiful.
"Let’s watch for a bit," Sara suggested.
They found a spot on the fountain’s edge and watched the performers. The fire dancer was genuinely talented, creating shapes and figures that demonstrated excellent essence control wrapped in entertainment rather than combat application.
"I wonder if I could do that," Liam mused. "Use fire techniques for performance instead of fighting."
"You’d probably set something on fire accidentally," Marcus said.
"That’s just part of the charm."
William found his attention drifting to the crowd rather than the performers. Old habits from months of vigilance made him automatically scan for threats, assess exit routes, note anyone watching their group too closely.
"You’re doing it again," Lyanna said quietly beside him.
"Doing what?"
"That thing where you stop being present and start being tactical. Your whole posture changes." She nudged him. "We’re in town on a pleasant afternoon watching street performers. You’re allowed to relax."
"I am relaxed."
"You’re the least relaxed person I’ve ever met." But she said it fondly rather than critically. "Try to actually watch the performance instead of scanning for dangers that probably aren’t there."
William made a conscious effort to focus on the fire dancer, who was now creating a dragon shape from flames that moved with surprising realism. The crowd applauded, and coins were tossed into the dancer’s collection hat.
The musician finished their piece and began another, this one more upbeat. A few people in the crowd started dancing informally, swaying to the music.
"We should dance," Sara said suddenly.
"What?" Marcus looked alarmed. "Here? In public?"
"Why not? It’s a beautiful day, there’s music, and we’re supposed to be relaxing." Sara stood and offered her hand to Marcus. "Come on. Don’t be boring."
Marcus allowed himself to be pulled into an improvised dance, looking self-conscious but willing. Liam immediately grabbed Lyanna’s hand.
"Let’s show them how it’s done," he declared dramatically.
Which left William sitting alone on the fountain edge, watching his friends dance with varying degrees of coordination and enthusiasm.
Lyanna broke away from Liam after a minute and approached William with an extended hand.
"Your turn."
"I don’t dance."
"Everyone says that until they try." She wiggled her fingers. "Come on, William. One dance. The music’s good and your friends are here. When was the last time you did something spontaneous?"
William considered refusing. Dancing in a public square was definitely outside his comfort zone. But Lyanna’s violet eyes were hopeful, and something about the afternoon’s gentle atmosphere made him want to try.
He took her hand and stood.
"I have no idea what I’m doing," he warned.
"That’s fine. Neither do I, really. We’ll just move to the music and try not to step on each other’s feet."