The morning sky stretched out in a sea of cloudless blue. The meadow breeze blew cool and gentle, carrying the sweet scent of sun-baked earth mixed with the fragrance of wildflowers.
Atop a small grassy hill, Lobrecht lay comfortably on his back, his hands resting behind his head. His eyelids were half-closed, soaking in the warmth of the morning sun.
Rustle... rustle... tap! The sound of light footsteps tore through the tall grass.
"LOBRECHT! Breakfast is reaaaady!"
Anneliese crested the hill. She was barely ten years old, yet her energy overflowed like a wild colt. Her cheeks were flushed pink from running, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with relentless enthusiasm. She panted softly, trying to catch her breath.
Lobrecht cracked one eye open lazily. "You sneaked away from the chapel again."
