Livelywood strolled slowly as he wandered through the House of Slumdon. Along the way, he passed the vibrant flower garden that Yara had lovingly tended for months.
"Hi, Lord Livelywood…" came Yara's sudden voice from amidst the flowers.
"Ah!" Livelywood jumped slightly, startled, before breaking into an awkward grin. "Hi, Yara…"
Yara stepped closer. "Hi. So, what do you think of my garden?"
Livelywood hesitated, looking a bit unsure of how to respond. "It's… it's beautiful," he said, his gaze shifting between the garden and her.
"Oh really?" Yara teased. "Is it the flowers, or is it me?" She giggled softly.
"Ah, um… the flowers," Livelywood replied, clearly flustered, scratching the back of his head.
Livelywood nodded politely before continuing toward the blacksmith workshop. Once he was out of earshot, he let out a deep sigh, shaking his head at the unexpected exchange.