The walk back to the temporary cabin Emerald’s family was using for the festival was quiet, the frantic energy of the day finally beginning to wind down as the late afternoon sun slowly dipped toward the jagged peaks of the Frost mountains.When they reached the door, Emerald didn't want the silence of an empty room. Uncle Cobb, Aunt Nesha, and her cousins were still out on the festival grounds enjoying the last of the daytime events and preparing for the evening feast, and for the first time, Emerald realized she wanted a friend more than she wanted to hide."Do you want to come in?" Emerald asked softly, pushing the door open.Reagan smiled, a warm, easy expression. "I’d love to."They settled at the small, sturdy wooden table in the cabin's kitchen. Emerald immediately reached for her travel satchel, pulling out a thick strip of brown leather, a spool of fine copper wire, a set of heavy stitching needles, and a few small pots of vibrant paint. The rhythmic, familiar motion of her h
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