Rhiannon
Following Vesper’s gaze, Rhiannon noted for the first time a coconut by the fire. Unaware of the perfection that was toasted coconut, the young woman raised a brow at it. She hadn’t really realized that they could or should be cooked. ”Thanks,” she said first, taking a seat next to the young man, close enough that it was clear she was joining him but far enough away that she wasn’t crowding him. ”Looks like LongNight is a party down here.”
Rhiannon looked out over the beach, through the dusky light and at the people talking and laughing as they built their bonfires. She felt a strange and unexpected pang of longing. To distract herself, she shook her head, then nodded to the coconut, roasting and cracking next to the fire. ”Why are you cooking a coconut?”
Rhiannon looked out over the beach, through the dusky light and at the people talking and laughing as they built their bonfires. She felt a strange and unexpected pang of longing. To distract herself, she shook her head, then nodded to the coconut, roasting and cracking next to the fire. ”Why are you cooking a coconut?”
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