SILVER-HAIRED

I removed my gloves taking a biscuit, it was lined in a pink color that made it look so enticing I couldn’t resist, I took a bite humming to content as the flavor got to my taste buds, it tasted delicious, I resist the urge to gather more in my mouth, I just settled for one, for now of course.

Cedric and I were in our tent dressed for us with a table filled with all kinds of snacks. At first I was puzzled about who did all the arrangements because none of our maids came with us.

I got the answer to my question when I saw maidens in white attire, dressed formally, Danette whispered to me earlier that they were keepers of the Eternal Garden, sprites she called them, funny because they didn’t have any wings, I just shrugged the thought off.

I turned to Cedric who was before me, helping himself to a book, and here I thought I was the only one who brought one. His entire focus centered on it. We both relaxed on a couch of smooth brown woods and futon.

My gaze traveled to the rest of the couples in their tents. James was launching himself at any snacks he could find as if the ones on the table weren’t enough, Camille fanning herself as she would faint from embarrassment. I almost snort at the view.

Danette sat alone in their tent while Dalton was off to speak to one of the other men, I felt sorry for her that she was left all alone in her tent just watching, her husband should have just sat there and kept her company or something, this was supposed to be a romantic picnic right?

My gaze came back to Cedric, or not! The question bugging me finally got to me.

"I thought there would be other silver-haired, I mean everyone here is from different houses of sorcery, how come other men are married to regular women?" I asked, finally breaking an hour of silence between Cedric and me.

"Silver-haired are rare,’’ he began, not sparing me a glance.