The soft breeze of the wind was gentle to the skin, giving Neirin comfort as she watched the forest just beyond the dead garden of the inn they were staying.
The sound of animals, birds, and insects can be heard everywhere. Even the rustling of leaves and the sound of wind passing through the branches and vines of the trees.
It felt peaceful, gentle, and calm momentarily as if nothing could ever destroy this moment alone.
Theodore smiled for a moment. His thoughts seemed to be drifting somewhere.
It's like a vacation.
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In a small inn on the outskirts of the city of Plouyal, Neirin was sitting on the wooden floor of the inn; her eyes were watching the birds chirp from the trees and the brown leaves fall slowly on the pond just right in the backyard of the inn.
The place they were staying was abandoned and was just cleaned and restored by Theodore days ago as they waited for the events to unfold.
