It had been over a year now. And every burst still reminded her of their first date. It wasn’t as explosive as the rockets they lit but it had ignited a spark within both of them that even death couldn’t put out.
Dalaran had its wonders and certainly she enjoyed the classy dates Raoul took her on. But when Juma led her by the hand into the orchard to show her where he wanted to take her on their date, Amavia felt faint.
Sometimes simple had more appeal than diamonds and fine dining. She was, after all, a Westfall girl at heart.
Amavia had started to wear them for Raoul. She continued to wear them for herself.