The full moon was still a week off and hadn't yet started to weigh on Hunter's mind. It was times like these that he could forget anything unusual had happened, when he and Fawn had their run of the house and lands and no one around to tell them what to do or not do.He's spent the afternoon picking the strawberries and raspberries that grew wild and untamed in their back garden and had thick, cool cream to pair them with. Perhaps Fawn wanted to watch the fireworks, but for Hunter it was all about watching his sister's face light up when they hit the sky.
"Of course," he called out, running back inside to grab the large pitcher of lemonade that Fawn had made for them. There was something about a cool glass of lemonade on a hot day that would always remind him of his twin. The pitcher was almost too cold as it say against his skin, and he hurried out to where they were set up on the lawn.
"Here," he said, passing it down to Fawn. With the fireflies behind her, she looked like something out of his fairy stories.
"You know, that dress looks very fetching on you," Hunter said, almost shyly.