The leaves were ripening, ready to fall, Mircea and Athos had spread a silk sheet on the carpet of orange leaves that had been wasted by the wild wind. The moon to-night was slightly bending in the early fall's direction indicating that soon the land of Slyve will be covered in maple, chestnuts and oak's leaves.
"It is that time of the year." Athos noted picking up an orange leaf from the ground. Mircea glanced at him, her face warmed up at his words.
"Yes, it is." She said, the midnight was approaching them fast, however the hot-cold wind was cozying up their bodies in the dark garden.
"It is my favourite season." He told her. Mircea didn't know that. She didn't know any of the trivial things like these about Athos. It dawned upon her, she was no more close to Lilith. The only real conversation they had was after she came from Gyyza. She recalled how once she knew such trivial things about her, but that was no more the case.
