Issahil

A knock sounded at the door just as were laying out dinner and I sprinted out from the dining room and made my way to door.

“Careful dear, so you won't trip!” My father's warnings escorted me on my way so I slowed down my pace a bit.

“Hey Issa!” Nica jumped into my arms, startling me slightly. 

Not much people had hugged me in my entire life and so warmly too.

“We didn't want to come empty handed so we brought plum pudding for desert,” Freya said, stretching a sealed plate towards me.

I accepted it with a smile, “You shouldn't have.” She half embraced me.

“It's a...