Time was counting down as Kiena finished getting ready for the banquet. She had picked a dark blue dress that gently sparkled when light caught it. As she looked into the mirror, a brief memory rushed to her mind of Rynn.
“Blue is your color,” his eyes smiled as he spoke the words.
Gazing at her reflection, she tried to make the memory pass before it crept into her heart and made her cry. Kiena turned quickly to the window, touching the glass. The glass fogged under the warmth of her finger tips.
“I miss you, old friend,” She whispered, closing her eyes and letting the cold permeate her fingers, the sensation reaching to her wrist.
It was better to feel the cold, than heartache. Perhaps that’s why she loved winter so much? The cold created a numbness that one constantly needed to fight in order to survive, leaving little room to feel emotion. Winter Fae were not so touched by the cold, and she being half-winter thoroughly enjoyed the cold.
Regaining her countenance, Kiena noticed Breigh flying toward her ledge. Suddenly her heart beat felt as though it would fly from her chest. She hadn’t expected to feel so off-guard just watching him.
The moment of sadness instantly vanished, leaving Kiena in twisted nervous knots as she opened to door to Breigh.
His eyes sparkled, smiling brightly as he took her in, “Kiena, you look brilliant.” He extended his arm to her, “Shall we?”
She reached for his arm, a new feeling of joy reaching into her heart as he led her out the door, and into the beautiful winter twilight.