Eilika drifted along the narrow dirt ribbon that cut through the heart of the tulip field, her fingers grazing the velvet petals as she passed.
The vibrant colors seemed to glow against the backdrop of the clear sky.
They continued their ascent until they reached a solitary, ancient tree crowning a small rise, its heavy branches casting a wide circle of cool shadow over the blossoms.
"What tree is this?" Eilika asked, turning back to him with a look of wonder.
"It is a Cedar of Netham," Damian replied, his eyes tracing the rugged, horizontal reach of its limbs. "They are known for their endurance. This one must have stood here for centuries, watching the seasons change."
"It's magnificent," Eilika murmured. "The shade makes it a perfect spot to rest."
She began to lower herself toward the grass, but Damian quickly reached out, his hand catching her arm. "Wait!"
