Artemisia
“How is it?” Matthew asks me with big eyes.
Gulping down the bite I just took off my sweet crepes, I smile happily. “It tastes delicious. But I never eat with so many eyes on me.”
“Glad you like it. And yeah, sorry about that. But they will stop staring as soon as they have gotten used to you.” He wipes his mouth with his napkin, throwing it back onto the table.
He had driven me into the heart of the pack, and I guess you could call it the town center. There are small cute shops for everything that one needs or a heart could desire. They are distributed along beautiful cobblestone paths that are adorned with colorful flowers.
What I love the most is that all of those colorful paths lead to the town square with a big fountain. The fountain is decorated with several statu
