The sound of birdsong filling the air of a brisk breeze as it bristled past, Aribelle breathed in the faint scent of pine. Laying upon a woolen blanket she had set out amidst the dewy grass of the garden, she gazed at the few rays of sunlight peeking out from between the changing foliage of the trees. Their leaves beginning to become tinged with the autumnal hues as another season seemed to creep into the fief, Aribelle sighed at the prospect of yet another change entering into their lives.
