The rain had finally stopped, leaving behind the scent of damp earth and fresh blooms. Droplets clung to the leaves and petals, glistening under the morning light filtering through the thinning clouds. The air was cool but gentle, carrying the soft fragrance of roses and lavender that lined the garden path.
Raelynn sat quietly in the gazebo, watching the world glisten in the aftermath of the rain. Her dress was slightly damp, but she didn't mind. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the wooden bench beneath her, still cool to the touch from the rain. Across from her, Elion leaned against the pillar of the gazebo, his sharp eyes watching her with quiet intensity.
She had been unusually silent, her expression thoughtful. He had expected her to say something about the rain ruining their walk, but instead, she just sat there, her lips pursed slightly, lost in her own thoughts.
