Tartaglia

A summer evening was descending on the riverbank, strewn with hundreds of lights. A friend dragged Y/N to the Ivan Kupala festival. The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and campfire smoke. Y/N argued with her friend for a long time, but finally put on her holiday clothes. Y/N was wearing a light white sarafan, embroidered with scarlet threads, and a lush wreath of daisies and herbs adorned her loose hair. People danced around the crowd, tall bonfires sparkled in the darkness as daredevils jumped over them, and laughter echoed over the water. Making her way through the crowd, Y/N noticed him. He stood out from the rest: fiery red, tousled hair, a mischievous look in his blue eyes, and a wide smile. He wore a light linen shirt unbuttoned at the chest with a wide belt. The stranger was pulled into the girl's circle dance, and she lost sight of him. Recovering from all the fun, Y/N walked to the river, squatting down and peering into the water. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see the same guy. He sat down on the grass next to her. — Aren't you afraid that the water spirit will steal you? he grinned looking at the water and then at her