The chattering from the birds reached new heights as the clouds parted to reveal the full glory of the sun. Pulling her chin back down, Hollowshank’s gaze shifted between the birds that fluttered down from their perches to forage amongst the damp grasses and those that took the opportunity to spread their wings and show off. She couldn’t be sure how long she watched them, breathing deeply to regain her breath while enjoying the scent of the damp grass as the sun began to warm it. She might have even dozed off right then and there if not for the low nicker that sent the birds away in another frenzy.

Hollowshank couldn’t comment on how often Nephilim spent with or away from the herd but the fact that she remembered him meant he was obviously never too far from sight. She didn’t completely recognise the voice until her eyes settled on the familiar gold spotted body and she made a soon to be forgotten note to remember the voice that matched the face. “So this is sunshine?” she replied with an air of fascination, “Fly told me it was coming, but I wasn’t really sure what to expect.” The feeling of the sun’s rays warming her back was a strange but welcome sensation, one she had forgotten she’d even missed.