The group drifted toward the square ahead, their voices folding into the hum of the festival night.
Amon and Seraphina lagged a few steps behind, neither one in any hurry to close the distance.
The sight of the crowd ahead, the lanterns swaying overhead, the warmth pressed between his fingers and hers.
It all dragged Amon back to Lunaris Haven City.
Back to the night after their first semester practical exam, when the two of them had wandered through streets just like this one.
Back then, they had been cut off from the others entirely.
A wrong turn, a wrong street, and the group had vanished into the crowd ahead of them.
To keep from losing each other in that sea of strangers, they had laced their fingers together and refused to let go.
But tonight was different. The group hadn't lost them. Their friends were right there, only a few paces ahead, easily within reach.
And yet here they were. Walking hand in hand anyway.
