Cleaning Up The Rest (Suggestive)

The sun hung low in the sky, painting the horizon in strokes of amber and deep violet when Ezra finally returned. His body hummed with energy, thrumming with the mana he'd absorbed. Every muscle felt stronger, every step lighter.

On his approach, his senses were assailed with the now-familiar scent of pine and crystal-clear waters. The aroma of his beautiful new home.

Ahead of him, Oberyn and Rav sat sprawled across the grass, panting. Their clothes clung to their sweat-slicked bodies, hair damp with exertion.

"Looks like you two had a productive day!" Ezra shouted as he approached. A warm breeze blew through him - the sweltering heat of the day yet hung hot and heavy over the mountain.