Felicity walked daintily between the two young men. In her dreams, they looked like boys, while they were mature for their ages in person. One of them, in a workman's white tunic, was almost a foot taller than her. The other was about her height, in dark attire.

The sun had nearly set, painting the skies with a red haze. An idle breeze blew from the east.

Felicity's hood was down, and her blonde hair danced around like streamers. It was a captivating sight to behold. Both men ...