Upon awakening from her dream, Zephyr was astonished by the word of hatred she had just used. As she left the room, he watched her and used the book to tap his other hand, making a subtle bluster, he turned to gaze at the sky, it was still dark in the night. What could she be doing outside by this time?
Eventually, he lowered the book on the table and draped over himself, a thick jacket that covered him from his neck, all the way down, and beneath it was the shirt and trousers which he wore.
He stepped outside, flowing with the wind as he followed her scent.
He arrived by the pool to see her gazing down at the transc ulent water in which the moon was crescent and adorning the water by its presence. "Are you not cold?" He carefully asked while taking in the thin garment she was wearing, he need not be told that she was shivering inside even though she appeared alright.
