Ingrid and Christine ambled along the paved path near the White Garden, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. Towering leafless trees lined their route, while in the distance, the gentle murmur of a stream filled the air.
Ingrid adjusted her large brimmed hat, shielding her face from the sun's rays as she walked. The sun was significantly cooler than the past hours, but she still felt the need for its protection against the bright sunlight. Her white summer clothes fluttered lightly in the breeze, the short bell sleeves and square neckline lending her an elegant yet practical appearance. With each step, her comfortable flat sandals carried her forward with ease.
In her hand, Ingrid held a roll of parchment. Behind her, Christine carried a small box, carefully cradling it in her hands. Inside lay an inkwell and two ink brushes, precious gifts from Princess Liliana. They had come all the way from Fengli, a distant empire in another continent.
