Seven days drift away, her path leads upon a river. Here she finds a man taking a bath, more astonishment, more bewilder. From a distance she admires and fancy's her new behelt, who now emerges from his bath with all the grace of stealth. This man soon finds he's not alone when a pair of eyes he meets, emerge from a flowered bush, with a scent of mystery. Minutes soon pass and fly away neither think to speak, for the passion in each others eyes state to each no need.
Twilight drifts, silent lips, by the river hand in hand.