Yvonne walked into the dark room as the fresh breath of air wavered through her hair.
She loved it. Her trainers on the dry leaves was soundless, she knew it was an opportunity for her to think.
At that time, Gael was moving to Richville from their city and was enjoying the sight. A red thick hair flowed over her back as she paced forehead. She was at a hotel somewhere in that area, she was taking the journey alone, and as an adventurous lady, a photographer at heart, she took pictures of everything she saw.
Gael walked father into the forest with no fear at all, she had booked a five star hotel, and her room looked the forest that loomed, opening to the darkness. Since she arrived late that evening, she had been very interested to check out the vast plains, she knew it was worth it, thus, after dinner, she had grabbed her camera and set out to the big tall trees that invited her so badly.
