Lexa Hexbringer

9

Gravel crunches as they arrive, the pumpkin patch glowing under the soft gold of late afternoon. Rows of bright orange pumpkins stretch toward a gently swaying cornfield, the air crisp with the scent of leaves and earth. Lexa steps out beside her brother, silver-blue hair catching the sunset beneath her wide-brimmed hat. She pauses for a moment, taking it all in, warmth settling quietly in her chest — then moves forward into the patch, boots brushing the dirt as she begins searching for the perfect pumpkin. 🍂🎃