Lunar Lake
I hadn’t felt this kind of energy in weeks, the kind that wasn’t about war or training or survival.
Celia was in her element. “If we use the lakeshore, we can string lanterns along the treeline. And with the full moon, the reflection will look like silver fire across the water.”
I grinned, brushing my fingers over a sample of deep blue fabric. “And we could use this for the banners. It’ll catch the moonlight perfectly.”
She beamed. “Exactly. And the music…” she tapped her pencil against a page, already outlining a list “should be more than just the usual pack band. I want strings. Something elegant.”