Their kiss endured, felt as natural as the meadow in which they lay, the setting of the sun upon far horizon. Definition of the moment was not as important as the act itself. Guided by womanly instinct her lips press emboldened, if only slightly, wanting to reassure him of her surety.

Any lingering wonderment Ashe harboured as to when she began to fall for Delita drifted away, the cloak obscuring her true feelings had vanished.

She was falling deeply in love.