It was traditional, Irish, group dancing. A little step here, a jig, then a switch of partner. A bow a turn, a switch back. A spin a few claps and skip two, repeat. One of those dances created to meet and greet with every member of the dance by the time it was done. The dancers circled the bonfire, Kiara was among them.
Her red hair captured the light of the fire, making it look like it was beautifully ablaze. Her mother had helped her to place a crown of braids upon her hair. Much like when he first met her, but the main difference was now she looked happy, free. She was laughing and smiling as she spin and twirled in the moves of the dance. She did wear the beautiful green skirt, all covered in elaborate patterns of golden yellows and reds. It complemented her hair and her eyes at the same time. Her mother had given her a white blouse and a red, corset vest to wear on the top. She was like a forest nymph, beautiful and mysterious. She went though a few switches of partners. The one man graced her with a small kiss upon her cheek before they separated for new partners. It was a moment after that, Kiara's eyes drifted towards her family, and to Alan.
It was impossible to think her face could grow any happier, but it seemed to light even brighter at the sight of him. She left the dance without a second thought and came to him. Tempted to through her arms around him and hug him in her joy, but resisting since they were in the presence of so many. She stood before him, smiling, her hands behind her back, nipping her lower lip, "Good evening Alan..."