The afterglow of the sunset spilled over the entirety of The Redstone Gorge, dyeing half the sky a brilliant orange-red, magnificent and grand.
Luna Sutton crouched by the stream picking wild strawberries, noting how much larger these strawberries seemed compared to those she had seen in her previous life.
She picked a few and tasted them, discovering their flavor to be exceptionally sweet.
She then effortlessly grabbed some vines with good flexibility, weaving a small basket on the spot to hold the wild strawberries.
Mael Valerius leaned against an ancient tree, watching with keen interest, a handsome curve curling at the corners of his lips.
His Luna was not only intelligent but also incredibly skillful.
Look at that basket she wove; it's both beautiful and sturdy.
Just then, a noise of something slicing through the air suddenly reached their ears, causing their eyes to instantly turn towards the direction of the sound.
