Nathair
Nathair approached Autumn"s willow tree with a sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn"t sure what was causing it, but something about the way he was feeling suggested that something wasn"t right about the situation.
A shadowy figure leaned against the willow tree, filling him with hope that the way he was feeling didn"t mean anything. She was waiting for him, just like she had been on the other occasions they"d met one another.
"Autumn," he called when he was close enough for her to hear.
"Not quite," a male voice responded. "I"m Felix."
"Her brother?"
The man chuckled. "Ah, so she does talk about me."
"She"s mentioned you a few times," Nathair responded.
"And I"m guessing you"re the man Autumn"s been talking to my mate about," he responded.
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