Coffee, books and the autumn leaves dwindling from it's fading branches; It was how you'd describe your beloved.

With soft giggles followed by Welt's quiet chuckles, his hands would gently guide yours as you balanced on a fallen stump. Welt's hands were calloused from the amount of work he does and even so— that doesn't stop you from intertwining both of your fingers together in bliss.

“Be careful, my dear.” Welt would whisper so sweetly until you hopped off the log safely.