The sound of animals stepping on wet soil accompanied the chit-chat of our group. As always, tall and thick trees stood to our sides, and their canopy covering the road provided shade.
"It's such a beautiful thing~ Loooveee," Bromisnar sang while playing his lute atop his big horse. "Gods, Halves, and mortals~ None escape this fooorceee~"
The man's voice was pleasant, relaxing, and tender to the ear. The music was calm and low.
Elena, who was riding her mount behind me, was humming along with the tune.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
"The love from a parent – gentle and firm~ Chases nightmares away and brings calm sleep~ And the child, so innocent and pure~ Feels warm and saaafeee~"
I let out a tiny sigh, then opened my eyes and looked at the sky through gaps in the canopy. Is it like that, though? I wondered, not having experienced that myself.
