For a moment, a hush fell over the air as Vayrënna and Kaelith exchanged looks, as though wondering whether or not they should reveal those stories to me. The light and warmth of the campfire danced in the darkness of that hour, casting wavering shadows all around us. Sitting there beside them, I realized that the silence among us was not uncomfortable; rather, it was heavy with untold stories that would, soon, come to light.
Vayrënna was the first to speak. She began hesitantly, as if each word were a battle against something deep within her.
— W-Well… sigh… alright, we'll tell you our story. Is that okay with you, Kaelith? — Vayrënna asked, casting a worried glance at her friend.
— S-Sure, It's okay… — Kaelith replied, revealing a sadness that seemed to stem from haunting memories.
Vayrënna fixed her eyes on the flames dancing before her, as though seeking courage in their flickering glow. Then she began:
