Under the moonlit sky, Urag gently guided Eiravyne away from the crowded streets of Quastrax, leading her into the quiet expanse of an open field.
The sound of laughter and music slowly faded, leaving only the soft rustling of grass beneath their feet and the faint hum of the night air.
The stars above shimmered brightly, casting a cool glow over the land as they ventured further into the vast meadow.
Eiravyne's senses were overwhelmed in the best way possible. The air was fresh, filled with the earthy scent of the grass and the soft perfume of wildflowers that dotted the field.
Urag moved with purpose, his energy sparkling with excitement, but he stayed close to her, guiding her gently.
"I knew you'd like some calm space for us away from the crowd," he said .
Urag stopped at the edge of a hill, the grass gently swaying around them as he sat down on a soft patch.
He pulled her down beside him, his arm naturally sliding around her shoulders to hold her close.
