In the Arms of Dawn
The sun was already up over Moonspire, the Moonstone Kingdom's capital, casting a warm golden cascade over the towering spires and the arching rooftops. Its early rays streamed across the ivory domes of the palace, casting gentle reflections on polished glass and gilded stone. Down in the city, the cobblestone paths rumbled with carriages, the merchant stalls rang open with a clinking, and the temple square's bells rung in the hour with mellow tone.
