A brilliant fire
Outfit: Wedding Ring
The journey toward Valery’s hometown was a peaceful one, the soft rustle of the lush grass beneath their feet accompanied by the gentle breeze that carried the scent of wildflowers. The fields stretched wide, their vibrant green fading into the hazy blue of distant hills. Valery walked beside Kahlil, her hand reaching for his, a quiet reassurance that he was there with her.
The walk gave her time to reflect, and after a moment, she glanced up at him with a curious smile. "So," she began, her voice soft but tinged with intrigue. "What did you think of my parents?"
She was very curious for his opinion of both of them, but especially her Mom.
Her amber eyes searched his face as they continued walking, the question not just about his opinion but an unspoken hope that he'd felt the connection she had wished for. The wind tugged at her dark hair, but her focus remained entirely on him.
As they crested a small rise, the village came into view, nestled in a large valley surrounded by rolling hills. Simple wooden houses with sloping roofs formed neat rows along winding cobblestone streets, their windows adorned with flower boxes spilling over with colorful blooms. A clear lake sparkled nearby, its calm surface reflecting the surrounding landscape like a mirror. Children laughed and played by the shore, their voices carrying on the breeze, while smoke rose lazily from chimneys, hinting at home-cooked meals and warm hearths.