Festival

by Drag0nst0rm

Farid makes his living off of them. Meggie remembers ones from a left behind world. But it's the quieter celebrations that Farid treasures, and Meggie finds something just as good. They've gone their separate ways, but that's no reason they can't both be happy.

1. Chapter 1

Farid loved festivals. Made a good living off of them.

But it was the quieter celebrations of his visits to Dustfinger's farm that he treasured.

He started seeing Brianna there, on occasion. He made the fire dance for her, sometimes.

When her parents caught them kissing, he thought, dead, dead, dead.

But Dustfinger laughed quietly and Roxane said, finally, "He's not your son, then."

"No, not my son."

And the fire whispered as Brianna laced their fingers together, Not yet.