Aya's POV
I wasn't searching Enikil out or anything, just seeking a bit of solace in the small garden in the far right corner of the atrium outside. The blooms were so bright and lovely today. I moved toward the roses where the statue of Venus was and there he was leaning on it, lost in thought.
Bending down, I moved my hair aside, and barely touching the bloom I lowered my nose to catch it's scent. I'm not quite sure what type of rose this is, it's scent was lovely. Not cloying, or overly sweet. Delicate.
When I raised back up I looked in Enikil's direction and there he was hanging onto the statue watching me. I don't even think he realized that his hand was cupping a marble breast. "Are you alright Enikil?" I asked with genuine concern, remembering how he had so quickly left my room earlier.
