Dashing about to complete her work on time, Kiena wasn’t entirely sure how she would still have time to change before the dinner.
Having successfully avoided the Winter Fae after that day, she was now faced with mandatory presence at the welcome dinner.
The colony at Raven’s Dell always had a welcoming dinner, and Kiena generally volunteered to decorate. Her magic conjured joy, and she would spend countless hours enchanting table decorations to boost the mood. Every once in a while frustration would show up and discolor the object she was enchanting. It was tedious expressing joy for so long during mundane tasks.
This year, considering all she felt was melancholy and sadness, she did not volunteer to decorate. In fact, with the manipulation of atmosphere sure to toy with her mood she felt no inclination to go either.
Sighing heavily, Kiena looked through her wardrobe to figure out what to wear.
The image of the winter fae smiling at her and shaking his head flashed in her memory, causing Kiena to flinch with embarrassment.
After a few moments she was dressed and ready to go.