Absinthe took a step back and admired her the way she had wrapped the fairy lights around the cacti in their camp area, beaming with pride. She turned back to stoke the campfire they'd started just as her sister seemed to finish decorating the taller ones.
"I tell ya, Gin. This is the way to celebrate the Solstice! Take a week off and get away from all that dreadful snow." She took a deep breath of the refreshing night air, looking up at the moon and stars.
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