Larek noticed that Nyx was awake. "Is something up?" he asked her.

There was a warm breeze that night as the sun slowly set. Just before it did, at twilight, some lights began appearing in the sky. Fireworks! 

"Wow. So pretty" Orna looked out in awe at the many colors.

"Those are for the crown prince. It's his birthday, you see. He'll be forty-six at midnight" the waitress explained. Dracons lived longer than humans or many other species did, so that was not particularly old. 

"Where are those lights coming from?" Veax asked the waitress.

"Ships just off the coast. The fireworks are made here in the city and launched by mages" she added.