"With all of that beauty and value that you are, how can you keep from smiling every moment?"
~
Bench beneath the Lamppost,
Southern District,
The City of Shillingston,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Saturnday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
The fair rays of sunshine that were unfiltered by the leaves of the trees overhead danced with the shadows, over the couple that was seated upon the Bench at the edge of the stone avenue, within the precincts of the News Department's Bulletin stationed at the Southern Faction of the City.
As Michavel was in conversation and consideration, his eyes strayed to watch the little lad, who had been by Lady Minerva, playing with a dog on the side of the street.
"Who is that?" asked he, nodding over to the child that had his attention.
