"Yes." Draven nodded and exited the room. Avelina quickly dropped the book on the bed and hurried after him.
They proceeded outside and strolled into the garden. Their destination was a pristine white swing, nestled amidst a serene grove. Its wooden frame was delicately carved with intricate patterns.
As they approached the swing, Avelina's eyes lit up in awe. She ran towards it and admired the delicate web of moonlight, intertwined with gossamer thread. It adorned the swing's seat and it had pearl-like ornaments hanging around it, giving it an unreal beauty.
"This looks nothing like I have ever seen before. It's... beautiful," Avelina said in a hushed tone while scrutinizing the swing.
Draven sat her down on the swing and settled himself beside her. The second their bodies embraced the seat, a gentle breeze fluttered around them, scattering the leaves on the ground in the process.
