Just a couple hints for you:
You want to avoid adverbs as much as possible. Words ending in -ly, qualifiers such as ‘just’, ‘most’, and ‘quite’. You don’t have to cut them out completely but adverbs tend to lessen the impact of a statement, as does passive voice, or what are called ‘to be’ phrases.
Also watch your tenses. You write partly in past tense and partly in present tense. Pick one. Past tense is usually easier on the reader and on you as a writer.
I will post this excerpt from my current novel but then I’m not going to post more writing here because we’re derailing this pretty bad and it becomes a wall of text, but this is just to show you how impactful it is when you keep adverbs and passive voice to a minimum:
It was a beautiful spring day.
The last vestiges of winter had fallen away, leaving the forest floor damp with the promise of renewal. Deep amber rays filtered through the treetops, the evening sun gracing each new leaf with a halo of shimmering light. The scent of green growth saturated the air, thick with moisture from the previous night’s gentle rainfall.
Elonia Dawnstar drew in a deep breath, filling her lungs with that sweet perfume. It tasted like the essence of life itself, and she loved it with all of her heart. Shoulders laden with the bounty of her catch, the huntress moved through the trees with sure, steady ease. She left no footprints, made no noise in passing, feet clad in supple leather moving in silence across the mossy soil.
The creatures of the forest paid her no mind, for like all Alftir, Elonia was at home here in the wildwood, a part of nature just the same as they. The small red doe she carried had fallen to a single flint-headed arrow, taken down as it quenched its thirst beside a crystalline stream. A whispered prayer offered thanks to the deer for its sacrifice, and to the goddess Ephele for providing her family with sustenance. The Lady of the Forest was kind to those who kept her ways.
A gentle breeze blew soft strands of auburn hair into Elonia’s emerald eyes and caressed the tanned skin of her elfin face. Slender fingertips brushed the errant tendrils back, tucking them behind one delicate, pointed ear. She was almost home. Soon, she would smell the cooking fires, and hear the sounds of the village children playing games among the trees. Her stomach growled, prompting a smile to curve the blush fullness of her lips.
Her mother would turn this deer into the most delicious stew, bursting with the flavor of wild potato and onion. Her father would look at her with pride, for she owed her hunting skills to his stern but encouraging lessons. An injury last autumn had taken his ability to stalk game, and so the duty of feeding his family had fallen to his daughter. Her brother, too young to venture into the deep forest on his own, would demand she tell him every detail of her hunt. Sitting by the fire tonight, she would oblige him, eager to see the excitement rising in his eyes.