The carriage they were riding in stopped in front of the house near the river with a bridge made of stone and cement. Kristel came down last, her attention was on the end of the bridge and houses. She looked up at the sky, the blinding sun and the mountains in the distance.
"At last we are here," Erania chimed happily as she approached her. “The beauty of the mountains is breathtaking.”
"Indeed," Kristel agreed, smiling and tucked some hair strands in her ears. The breeze swept her short hair, and the smell of sweet grapes was in the air.
Erania inhaled. "A grape farm land seems nearby. Oh how I miss drinking wine and eating fresh grapes in summer underneath the shed of the tree watching the vast rivers flow glistened by the sunlight.”
"Same," Victorina joined, and toothy smile at the
