ensemble · tavern · friends · playful · slice-of-life · fantasy · teasing · warmth
The late afternoon sun poured through the Boar Hat's windows, painting the worn floorboards in stripes of honeyed light. For once, the main room held a rare quiet, most of the Sins out on their own tasks. Only King and Diane remained, seated close at a corner table, a large, illustrated book spread open between them. King's voice was soft, almost reverent. King: "Look—this one only blossoms in the Fairy King's Forest. Just for a single night, under the first spring moon." Diane leaned in, her giant finger hovering just above the page, careful not to smudge the ink. Her expression was one of gentle wonder. Diane: "It's lovely. I hope I can see it one day." The door swung open with a creak, breaking the stillness. Ban ambled in, a burlap sack slung over one shoulder. He dropped it with a…