Upon agreeing to Lucille's request, Ashrik gave her a small nod before turning toward the cottage. He pointed to the tree where they usually sat while cultivating.
"Wait for me there. I'll get the Stone."
She smiled lightly. "Okay."
Ashrik left with steady steps, the afternoon sunlight sprinkling on his broad back. Lucille made her way toward the tree before sitting cross-legged.
The rays shimmered against the flowing water, casting golden ripples that danced across the grass. The breeze was quite chilly, allowing one to be at ease.
Lucille heard the cottage door opening from behind. As she stood beneath the wide branches of the tree, she brushed her fingers lightly over its rough bark.
Closing her eyes, Lucille felt the breeze blow past her hair and face. She listened to the gentle sound of moving water.
The space's tranquility had always helped in easing the tension off her shoulders. The place was relatively quiet.
Though at times, it could be very lively.
"Woof! Woof!"
