The play of colors against the sky as the sun sank was one of nature's wonders. It was strange how the colors could change from place to place. She recalled watching the sun sink in Firefly Fields, a territory within Phoenix Valley, and she recalled that the sky had been tinged with more green. Her mind also drifted to evenings spent at the light house so long ago, with a woman whose blue eyes were still a beautiful beacon within the Savant's mind. The sunset over the ocean was more red, and those colors played on the water. She closed her eyes, wondering how many sunsets would fade over her as her life changed. She was grateful for where she was today, but it was so different than she could have imagined when she first arrived here.
She turned when she heard some slight rustling amongst the stalks. A few moments prior, everything else had been still, save for the distant chirping of bugs and the swooping of birds disappearing into their homes. Her lime green eyes settled upon a white figure just as she heard her name called. It took only a few seconds for her to place the voice as her eyes focused on the incoming figure. She smiled broadly as Kansas approached.
It had been quite a while since she had seen the Crimson Dreamer. In fact, she did not think she had seen him since the birth of his children. That had been months and months ago. She turned a walked a few feet, closing the distance between them. "Hello Kansas," she said, her voice whisper-soft, as usual. "How are things?"