Aaron
Torches and a bonfire provided enough light to see which smiling face belonged to whom, though spying Aislyn standing off to the side in a long checkered skirt and pink shirtwaist, her hair done up in a crown around her head, Aaron was certain he would have seen her if the only light were the twinkling stars.
It wasn’t Aislyn who initially welcomed him, however. Kian skipped over, a drink in one hand, the other entwined with that of the lovely Shannon Dunne. “Aaron! Genty! You’re here. You finally made him come,” he said, looking at the older sister as he jabbed his friend playfully in the side, letting go of Shannon, not the mead. “It’s past time for you to show your face.”
Aaron couldn’t h
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