Chapter Twelve
KC and I had our own tent waiting for us at the Faire—just as KC planned. On the outskirts of a thickly treed woods, which hearkened back to the Sherwood Forest of a child’s imagination; the faire was a place to step back into another world. Gaily-colored tents, stages, areas for Medieval contests, and craft booths like a Renaissance market rambled through the trees. Our tent, as were the others supplied for those hosting this old world escapade, was in a glen some distance from the others—conveniently out of the way for reasons I’d only later learn.
On our arrival, we were greeted by a company of happy revelers, dancers, musicians, vendors and actors—all KC’s friends. I watched as he sparred with the men, and hugged the women who lustily pressed against him as he playfu
