Stay With Me (1)

"Chrys, are Master Killian and Iris fighting?" Ryn asked Chrysanthe one afternoon as they sat in an open meadow.

They were on a break as Iris and Asra were busy training in swordsmanship on the other side of the forest. Killian and Lorcan had gone to survey the path ahead of them to ensure there was no ambush waiting for them. Iris had chosen this spot for them, and Chrysanthe could see why. 

The meadow was like a sea of vibrant green, dotted with wildflowers of all colors. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, and sunlight filtered through the trees, creating a dappled effect on the ground. The air is fresh and clean, carrying the hint of rain from earlier in the day. 

The grass felt soft and cool against her skin as they sat on the ground. There was a gentle warmth from the sun on their faces and a slight chill in the air as night approached, making them pull their cloaks tighter around their bodies.