บท 69: Sixty Eight

Chapter 68

In the next days, the soft sun glow of Solaris, that celestial guardian of warmth, brushed the earth with tender fingers. Its inherent radiance, like a comforting touch, graced the brisk gusts of early Spring wind. Leaving the sturdy and diligent mountain beastmen revel in the sun's embrace as they went about their daily tasks.

Newly sprouted buds unfurled their tiny and delicate leaves, swaying in rhythm with the wind. Whereas the glossy still water, mirroring the heavens, broke its silence as dewdrops fell from the dancing leaves, creating concentric ripples on its surface. 

The morning breeze, cool yet promising, gently tousled Atasha's raven-black hair.

It played with her strands, weaving them into a dance of sun-kissed elegance like the rustling shrubs and scattering leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth that instantly penetrated the girl's senses.