[Morning]
Ovelia's POV
As the wagon crested the final hill beyond Meadowlark Village, the world seemed to unfold before us in a breathtaking panorama. A vast sea of grassland stretched endlessly, its emerald waves rippling in the morning breeze. Wildflowers painted the landscape in vibrant strokes—crimson poppies, violet lupines, and golden buttercups swaying in harmonious rhythm.
I gasped, my fingers tightening on the wagon's edge. Butterflies with wings like delicate stained glass fluttered between the blossoms, while above us, a flock of small yellow birds darted through the air, their cheerful songs weaving through the wind.
"Wow, Ace," I breathed, pointing at the darting yellow figures. Their feathers caught the sunlight, making them appear almost luminescent against the blue sky. "What kind of birds are those?"
