Staying in the village until dusk. A little too much ale, footing a little uncertain. Still, in better mood now. Didn't reveal anything. Managed to conceal, even forget for a while. Singing and dancing. Trying to remember the lyrics as he walks. Stumbling over a root but landing softly. Smell of herbs. Rolling over onto his back, not bothering to get up. The first stars coming out. Maybe this is happiness?

Pity the Master who can live only in dreams. Reality having so much to offer. Where is She in all this? Happiness wanes. Gaining his feet again, trudging on uphill. Detour through the orchard. Relishing the scents.

She is there. Alone. Singing softly, stroking the bark of the trees, watching the foliage. She spies him, laughs, comes running. Peek-a-boo around a tree trunk. He blushes, grateful for dusk. Smelling of ale, stuttering. She just keeps asking about everything. So innocent. Uncorrupted. Dash it.

Telling Her about the fruits. Kind, taste, use. Good diversion! Then a flutter is heard above, raven eyes glinting down at them. Looking at each other, unsmiling now. She seeks his hand but he shakes his head. Watching the raven, bowing. Talking loud and clear. Better get home, it's dark already. Another day tomorrow. They walk away, each their own way.

Not much sleep tonight.