23
Allora
A wide, sweeping valley filled with spring flowers, growing all the way to the edge of a gentle river. Birds soared overhead, chirping their joy to the clouds. Sunlight kissed her face, but she didn’t mind. Just as she didn’t mind waiting for the man with dark brown hair as he slowly paced the narrow bank of the river, examining each tiny detail.
There was no jealousy in her heart for the care he gave the map, for as he turned to glance at her, a smile lit his eyes, as though her sitting on a rock waiting for him was the most marvelous thing in all Ilbrea.
A gentle tapping sounded in the distance.
Perhaps rain would chase them away from the valley. They’d find someplace warm to wait out the storm. A little haven, only large enough for two.
The tapping grew harder, more urge
