Migration

Silent and Lucan sat in a calm meadow. The rosy pink wheat in front of her stretched out for miles in front of them. As the wind blew, waves rolled through the endless wheat that surrounded them like it was water.

This was the fourth location that Lucan had shown her. Everyone of the places she had been to today was absolutely beautiful. Any of them would be the perfect place to get married in the game.

"We can hold the ceremony wherever you like." She told Lucan. "If it is a place you have chosen, I will be happy."

Lucan nodded and put his arm around Silent as they looked into the distance. They had just finished their lunch and were sitting on the flying carpet that was hovering a few feet off the ground.

Adrestia had a full stomach as was lying on her back, taking a nap.