"I did not expect that from Cyrus." My Eve said in a tone of genuine surprise, as she and I sat serenely within a small, ordinary looking tent upon the desert sands, that had been covered with a simple rug.
"Neither did I." I replied, glancing out the tent at the finalizing construction of our equally small camp for the night.
"Truly?" She asked.
"Well, maybe not so soon." I replied with a smirk as I refocused my attention back at her.
"But you knew he will eventually ask for your blessing." She said. "To leave the cover of your wings to spread his own, I mean."
"I thought he'd ask for my forgiveness rather my permission if I am honest." I answered, my eyes suddenly fogging with ancient memory.
"He is the type." She giggled.
