Felestia was resting with Quineth under a tree. The evening air was cool and felt good against her warm skin. She had spent the day running around after children and was exhausted. Fanning her neck a little as she lifted her hair off of it, Felestia smiled and continued to tell Quineth about the little ones.
“Then this little brat decided that it would be great fun to pull all the girls hair. That is until one of the girls decked him across the nose for doing that and nearly broke it. I swear they get more unruly every generation.”
Reply
