Eve took a deep breath, letting in the last traces of the Autumn sun that softly bade goodbye to the wilting trees surrounding the garden. With a high domed ceiling and huge roman columns circumventing the entire area, there was little land that was without a roof over its top.
The patterned glass of the ceiling shattered the rising rays into a million golden beams, pushing through its surface to gently rest on her pale arched neck. Her eyes were closed as she took in the cool early morning air that was mixed with the scents of the forest that flanked the palace walls from all three sides.
Winter was pushing into the boundaries of Ibitea mercilessly with each passing day. The sky wasn't dressed in its usual pale blue colors anymore. Instead, from the past two days, she could see it flaunting a cloak made of the darkest blue-gray snow clouds.
