Rhea was washing the herbs he had just picked with the water of the Vaishant river, the morning sunlight shining on his face, highlighting his already gracious features.

The sound of the wind passing through the leaves of the trees creates a pleasant crunching sound, interspersed with the clear sounds of birds singing, creating a perfect harmony.

Suddenly Rhea stopped what he was doing, he turned around and looked towards a bushes and smiled kindly

"How long are you going to look at me?"

No response

Rhea chuckled lightly as he teased

"You little stalker"