Trust

The evening sun sets in the sky casting beautiful colors of orange and crimson. On the many trees beside the road, the leaves sway in the breeze in a dance of their own. Rosaline and Liam travel under the twirling leaves as they brush the tops of their heads. The rays of light that seep in through the leaves cast a highlight on Rosaline’s hair. Liam watches from the back as her loose hair flows in the slight wind. He blushes slightly. He waits for the warmth in his cheeks to calm down before speaking out to Rosaline.

“Shall we make a campsite for the night?” asks Liam, calling out to Rosaline.

She pulls her horse next to him saying, “Yes, that is a good idea.”