May 13- evening
Who: Byron and Clover What: Night Hiking Where: Outside the Cirque When: May 13, after the show Warnings: I'm not sure, nothing over the top.
The night was bursting, not only with stars but with shadows of deepening evening and the lingering scents of the Cirque. There were still some sounds too, music and laughter as people loitered, unsure where to go now that they were drunk on magic and mystery. Clover watched them silently as she waited for Byron. They were friendly for the most part even if they were slightly intoxicated on their tipple. She was good humored about anything they said or implied as the moved past to their cars.
Oh you drunkards . "Take care." She'd say or give them a dismissive wave when someone would make a suggestion that bordered on obscene.
Tonight she wore her enchanted boots. They were the best things for hiking and the only thing she had that were meant for this purpose. Other than those two utilitarian foot coverings she was dressed in the same type of light cotton dress she usually wore. No doubt it would catch on branches. It already had a few tears in it from past adventures that she hadn't gotten around to repairing. She detested sewing. To HER that was a bore. To her Aspen had been beautiful. A welcome reprieve from their last stop. That was why she was eager to get out and about before they went on their way. What if their next stop was stuffed up inside a concrete jungle? Some would prefer it, she knew but she adored the flowers, the smell of pollen, the hum of the wildlife.
Within every community there must be compromise. Perhaps this would be hers. Nevertheless they were here now and some day they would be someplace else she didn't prefer. Perhaps then Byron would show her something marvelous. Maybe. Maybe not.
It didn't matter. Clover wasn't going out because she expected anything but some company. She watched as he finally approached. "Good evening." She said as he neared. "Did you make a killing?"