As noon came the sun bathed the clearing with its warmth, Leaf, Agatha, and Nabil leaned back and enjoyed the peaceful moment. For a few moments, everything was silent except for the occasional birdcall, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the rippling of the water. They relished in the moment, content to simply be.
Their tranquility was broken when a guard approached them, his expression a mix of urgency and respect. "Lady Leaf, Master Nabil, Mistress Agatha," he called out, bowing slightly. "Elder Gareth requests your presence back in the village."
Leaf sat up, her brows knitting together in mild concern. "Is everything alright?" she asked.
The guard nodded. "Yes, my lady, nothing serious. The Elder just wishes to speak with you all."
Agatha stood up, dusting off her dress. "Well, we shouldn't keep him waiting. Let's go."
Nabil adjusted himself in his wheelchair, nodding in agreement. "Lead the way."
