Clouds cloaked the moon, leaving only the shifting constellations. On the starry night, a breeze stirred, flickering the bonfire in the fire pit, casting alternating patterns of light and dark across the faces and hearts of those gathered. Desire undulated within this interplay, one moment shining with the brightness of ideals, the next revealing the seductive glimmer of temptation.
Aweit's gaze rested on the figure of Kapana, clad in black. The firelight highlighted her graceful purity and the black garment accentuated her enchanting figure. A fleeting flutter touched Aweit's heart, seeing in the fireside Kapana a resemblance to his late wife.
Two years ago, his principal wife had passed away shortly after giving birth to Chimalpahin due to unstoppable hemorrhaging, leaving for the Divine Kingdom to his great regret. Alisa had wept herself into a figure of tears, and in the depths of the night, so had he.