Vetyn adjusted the reigns upon the brazen stallion and veered skyward. A sault of pristine, pearl water cascaded the summit with grace, diving into a deluge an inch beyond the grey stone trek. Green tree frogs and critter alike were nestled upon an idly lily, croaking tenderly in harmony of the breeze. The boughs clung upon the trees whistled and pranced with the wind, as if to merrily welcome the Knight and their companion trotting within its domicile. Vetyn graced a smile and bowed a head, for it what wise to thank the hospitable heart of nature. The wind seemed to titter, hoisting the Knight’s raven tresses aloft. A chuckle escaped her. Vetyn felt relieved to return home.