This morning was cold but exceptionally sunny. The rustling of leaves had something soothing. The earthy scent of wet soil was still hanging in the air, as last night the forest got drenched with rain. A peaceful and quiet scenery... Ideal to chill with a good book, Dearia thought. And so, the elf sat down under an old oak in silence, a massive tome opened on his legs.

Perhaps something -or someone- was about to disturb his peace... Maybe.