Hazel's mouth formed a wide 'O' as she stood in front of what Dallan had called a garden. She had never seen such a beautiful harmony of flowers in her entire life. The garden looked like the goddess' liar.
Beautiful flowers that Hazel had no idea of were planted in rows, leaving space in between each for passage. Her love for Dallan rose another bit. A man with a love of nature would appreciate life—and what it had to offer.
Hazel walked forward. The milky glow from the moon reflected the colors in beautifully bright hues. Hazel felt like snapping all the lampstands off. The natural light from above gave out the real beauty of the garden.
"This is beautiful," she murmured. Dallan heard her.
"I am happy you like it."
Even without turning, Hazel knew that he was smiling. The tone of his voice held pride and satisfaction. He seemed very happy that she appreciated the beauty of his pack, or was it just her imagination?
