Rhiannon
They’re polar opposites, even in the semidarkness of dusk - Rhiannon with her dark skin and darker hair, and Vesper with his platinum locks and pale star tattooed beneath his left eye, but they settled into an easy sort of camaraderie. Rhiannon reached out to take another flake of coconut, savoring the simple taste. ”Oh, that would make a great rum,” she said, then arched a brow at him. ”I don’t suppose you happen to know the right brewers?” Maybe she’d have to nab some rum on her way home - unless, of course, she decided to spent LongNight here instead. She had to admit the idea had some appeal.
”Not sure yet,” she said. ”It’s looking better than Halo during LongNight, though. Definitely more lively. At home, we all just sort of hunker down and wait.” At least, that’s what Rhiannon’s family did, and she wasn’t inclined to test the tundra in the frigid temperatures and everlasting night.
”Not sure yet,” she said. ”It’s looking better than Halo during LongNight, though. Definitely more lively. At home, we all just sort of hunker down and wait.” At least, that’s what Rhiannon’s family did, and she wasn’t inclined to test the tundra in the frigid temperatures and everlasting night.
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