Phoenix Maplewood spirits in the wind

Lennon had noticed Alarian’s merriment, only multiplying his own. To have a happy companion was greater than his own elation, especially if he contributed to it. He glanced behind to see the ocean of girls trotting along the wintry ground, gaze falling onto Korei. Just the sight of the girl flooded him with warmth, before shifting to Xahi. Captivated only a moment in her gleaming gems, before returning to the task at hand. He held much hope for this group, all so friendly and uncomplicated. It reminded him of the hippie group he traveled with only months ago, except less raunchy and drugged out of their minds.