As they ran through the trees, Ciaran couldn’t help but notice that Brenna really was beautiful. Whenever she smiled at him, her eyes glittered golden-bright, and her hair was as soft and dark as shadows, and --
Brenna tugged on his elbow and brought him around, hard. He crashed into her, and they both stumbled back.
“Ow,” Ciaran said. She was strong, and she’d tugged fiercely.
“You almost ran into a tree,” Brenna said.
Ciaran looked up and saw that he had, indeed, almost plowed headlong into a massive oak.
Brenna smirked a little bit as she let him go.
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