The last time she was here, she was not in a very good mood and could not greet everybody very well and that troubled her, that's why she came here today to spend time with everybody. He who would not be named should have left by now, she thought.
Nesta walked through the bustling market, exchanging greetings and smiles with the villagers this time around. She spent time making conversations with them like she always did. Their warm atmosphere had a way of easing the tension that constantly lingered within her.
As she continued walking down the market square, moving from one stall to another, a familiar scent reached her senses, causing her steps to falter. Her heart clenched as she turned, her eyes narrowing in disbelief. There he stood, unmistakably Quinn, amidst the villagers as if he belonged there.
