summer was such a wonderful time of the year, especially in cintra. the gardens in full bloom overwhelmed with beautiful scent of flowers and fresh fruits, the buzzing of bees, the singing of birds and the vibrant colors, wherever one might look. outside the castle grounds, fields were like a sea of gold, bent by the wind, heavy with grain. children of the court, cirilla included, ran around the marble fountain, splashing the water around, cooling off in it.
calanthe sat on her favourit swing, in the shade of the big linden tree, hiding from the heat and the sun that would no doubt ruin her complexion. she used her foot to swing back and forth in a moderate, steady rhythm, her emerald green dress nearly merging with the greenery around her. it wasn’t until her eyes rested upon the witcher, that her lips curled in a smile.
“ ah, geralt. “ she greeted, smiling charmingly to the man, when his hand extended forward and, without a word nor a question, a branch with a single pink flower of magnolia was tucked behind her ear. she tilted her head, confused, for a second, until she burst out into that pretty, tender giggle. “ oh my, i would not have expected such a gesture from you. what inspired it? “