Chapter 29: Bonds of the Road

[Morning]

Ovelia's POV

As we emerged from Meadowlark Village, a gasp escaped my lips. A breathtaking expanse of grassland stretched before us, a vibrant tapestry woven with wildflowers in every imaginable hue. Butterflies, their wings like stained glass, danced among the blossoms, and a chorus of birdsong filled the air. Tiny, bright yellow birds flitted through the tall grasses.

"Wow, Ace," I breathed, pointing at the birds, "What kind of birds are those?"

Ace smiled a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Those are Meadowlarks. The village is named after them."

"Meadowlarks," I repeated, watching their graceful flight. They were smaller than I expected, their yellow feathers almost glowing in the sunlight.