This is my first chapter of a novel I'm writing.Any feedback is welcome
The solemn moon
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It was still evening and the street lamps were awakening one after another. Caen spilled out of the carriage, his black hair falling across one eye as he hit the cobblestones. Dust rose, settling on his face, but he had no interest in looking back. He spread his arms wide against the grey stones and looked up at the moon. His silverish-blue earrings caught the lamplight; he was smiling.
The carriage had stopped but the air inside had not settled. A dark figure now sat where the seat had been empty a moment before. In its hands was a scroll, worn dark at the edges from years of handling. The very one Caen had been looking for.
Caen finally looked back over his shoulder. Sitting in the shadows was a figure holding a silver cane, its handle carved into the shape of a phoenix with a scar covering one of its eyes. He stared deeply at Caen with dark grey eyes that seemed to reflect the ocean.
"You have been following me, haven't you," the figure said. "That is the first warning, kid. I don't give seconds."
Caen kept his face blank, but inwardly, he rolled his eyes. Why do these guys always like to act so stoic?
He pushed himself up from the cobblestones, casually brushing the grey dust off his face and the front of his windcoat. He looked straight back into the dark carriage, his earrings catching the light once more.
"I can't do that now, can I?" Caen said.
The figure was quiet for a moment.
"Look, kid, I'm not in the mood to do this," the figure said, voice dropping. "Not tonight of all nights."
This was within his expectations.
Caen looked at the carriage driver. All this while, the driver had been completely out cold.
The air around them suddenly became quiet. All that could be heard was the sound of footsteps approaching.