In the trees just outside of Gotz's shop, the scene was perfectly normal, at first glance. A soft breeze sometimes shifted through the branches, rustling the leaves with an airy commotion, which died down along with the wind. A passerby would've never suspected anything out of the ordinary in this uncharacteristically quiet place, which was usually filled with the sound of axes tearing at tree bark, and trees falling backwards into a soft pile of leaves, meant to soften the blow.
But there was no felling of trees that day. Gotz had the day off, which meant that it was safe for the forest creatures--and a certain blonde girl--to ascend into the trees, nestling softly into the branches and sitting in the shade.
Arden grinned in satisfaction as she settled against the thick trunk of one tree, closing her eyes to fully enjoy the peace.
