THE LEAVES RUSTLED. Green rippling shadows scampered over the flower-strewn forest floor. Rocks glittered like diamonds beneath the gushing stream; a white flower, petals unfurled like a tiny star, landed in the water, purple calyx bobbing under the current. The fresh, sweet scent of lemon blossoms wafted over the stream like a private paradise. Inhaling the aroma, Alion concluded that spring in Ihlex du Qadeste was a gentler, more delicate art.
Written: 10 May 2016
Words: 71 words