The sun shone brightly, casting its golden warmth upon the morning. The leaves filtered the sunlight, creating a dappled pattern on the clearing below. Towering trees stood tall, their branches providing a cool shadow over the serene scene. The occasional twittering of birds and rustling of small animals contributed to the natural symphony. The damp grass beneath their boots emitted a fresh, earthy fragrance.
In the distance, the voices and laughter of knights resonated, a symphony of joy as they anticipated their long-awaited return home.
Caym stood beside his majestic black steed, running a gloved hand through its sleek mane. The horse responded with a contented neigh, acknowledging the familiar touch of its master.
