At the present.
The morning light bathed the hunting ground in a golden glow, casting long shadows as the sun ascended in the sky. Dewdrops glistened on blades of grass, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. The air was charged with anticipation, and the murmurs of the gathered crowd blended with the natural symphony of the forest.
Ingrid's arrival had subtly shifted the atmosphere. As Ingrid stood frozen, her gaze locked onto her brother, the world around her seemed to slow. The bustling activities of the hunting competition and the whispers of the spectators faded into the background, leaving only the siblings in a suspended moment.
"Halló, systir (Hello, sister)," Sten repeated, a warm smile playing on his lips.
