As soon as Ashlynn mentioned them, the musicians exchanged wide-eyed glances across their small ensemble area, each still processing the impossible magic they had just witnessed. The leader of the group, a veteran musician who had led ensembles at countless gatherings of the elite gladiators and wealthy merchants of High Fen City, had never seen anything that compared to the Mother of Trees' display.
But as Ashlynn extended her hand toward Nyrielle, his professional instincts overcame the wonder. A quick nod passed between the members of the ensemble, and they retrieved their instruments with hands that trembled slightly from more than just the evening's excitement as each of their hearts swelled with the desire to make this precious moment as perfect as it could be.
