Chapter 11: Visitors on the Prairie_1
The unnamed valley in the afternoon had fallen into tranquility. The warm sunshine sprinkled through the sparse branches, leaving tiny spots of light on the carpet made of flower petals. The afternoon meal for the nine people had ended, only messy cups and dishes, and leftover snacks remained on the white cloth.
Catherine was sitting on the ground, leaning against a tree trunk, her long legs stretched out and crossed over each other. Her head drooped on her chest as she dozed, her long black hair covering her profile. Pink fruit flower petals were scattered across her hair and shoulders. From a distance, she seemed like a princess born amidst flowers in a fairy tale.
Vivian was curled up, also fast asleep. After all, they had rushed through the entire night, and the last few hours of sleep could barely make up for the fatigue. Vivian's head was resting on Catherine's thigh, the soft touch made her feel stable in her sleep.