Afternoon sunlight spills through the leaves around Val Eriia, turning her garden retreat into a little pocket of summer. Her long light brown hair falls freely over her shoulders as she relaxes on the wooden bench in delicate white and pink floral lace, slender legs crossed comfortably beside blooming hydrangeas. With fingers drifting through her hair and warm brown eyes glowing, she seems perfectly content among the flowers, patterned cushions, and waiting tea, savoring the simple pleasure of being outdoors.
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