“You know, I really thought I wouldn’t like you. I couldn’t imagine being friends with a Morwenian. I wanted to dislike you before you arrived,” Nyla slurred, the wine taking its hold on her. “Oh really? Well, I certainly didn’t ever imagine myself sharing wine with an Abelonian,” I laughed, throwing my head back as I did. “Here’s to unlikely friends,” Nyla held up the wine bottle and took a sip, passing it off to me. “I’ll drink to that,” I said with a grin.
