If We Don't Leave This Town

Mariah strolled through the serene grove of willow trees, her senses becoming highly attuned to the tranquil whispers of nature that surrounded her. The gentle caress of warm currents from the nearby hot springs swept along the elegant roots of the willows, causing them to sway in a graceful dance. Every tree seemed to possess a natural charm, their long tendrils forming a delicate canopy that created secluded nooks beneath their sweeping branches. The air was thick with the sweet scent of late-season growth and the gentle rustle of leaves, creating a peaceful ambiance that embraced Mariah as she wandered through this arboreal sanctuary.

Even though the scenery around her was peaceful and beautiful, Mariah's mind was elsewhere. She walked with determination, carefully scanning the area for any trace of the rare herbs she was searching for. But beneath her composed exterior, a sense of eager anticipation coursed through her body.

She was genuinely searching for Caedes, unsure of his whereabouts. Today she had travelled a little further out than she had in the past, holding on to the hope that she would run into him once again before having to leave. There was imporant information she needed to discuss with him, a significant choice that had been made since their last meeting. As she ventured deeper into the forest, Mariah's heart quickened with anticipation at the thought of reuniting with Caedes. She brushed away any lingering doubts and devoted all her energy to finding him, letting fate be her guide through the winding paths of the grove.

"Mariah Mendacium"