Aravel hummed happily as he carefully picked up the white yarn, working it into the blue ribbing for Mother’s new socks. Then Anwyn wailed.
Her fury at being bedridden made knitting impossible so Aravel went hunting for something better to do.
Hide and seek for all the kids beaconed. So did a secret romance, a trade deal and the possibility of fresh baked cookies.
If he could just seal the deal.
