"Aye. Tis a river of rainbow colors which wander through one's whole day, like a parade of flowers and exotic newness, which then at night blazes with the fires winter could never touch."

Marian was looking upward at the sky, her smile softened, spreading the glow of thoughtfulness into her whole expression. With a graceful, but amused shrug, she turned, drawing off another piece of her tart as she walked back the way they came.

"Perhaps, in your absence, I could bring you something from it."