Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

Her ears flicked subtly as she absorbed his explanation, realizing her beliefs aligned with his more closely than she expected, even if she had never named it the same way. Rhythm. It was a beautiful concept, one that made perfect sense when thought of as the natural beat of the world. Every whisper of the wind, every drop of rain, every thudding heartbeat was part of that endless, intricate cadence. The thought settled over her like a calming melody, as though life’s chaotic symphony had finally struck the right chord, resonating deep within her.

I look forward to it, truth be told, she admitted, her voice tinged with genuine interest. But where exactly are we going? You mention a valley, I’ve seen many in my time, but where have you decided to lay claim? She cocked her head to the side, her gaze steady on him, curiosity lighting up her features. I’ve not come across many places that are heavily populated.