When Kotallo saw a blue blanket of flowers with sunny centers, he sighed in surprise. Kotallo loved the color blue: he said that this color reminds him of Sky in his house.

The romantic side of Kotallo could not pass by this place.

He gently laid her on the warm

ground after a hot day, kissing her reddish,freckled cheeks. She gave in easily and kissed his perfect lips.

Smiling slyly, Kotallo whispered at her lips:

"When was the last time you lay in the middle of a meadow?"

She frowned and looked around the completely clean and serene field of flowers, colliding with the evening sky closer to the horizon.

Really. When?

"Fifteen minutes, Aloy. Enjoy it"

She lay down and froze and lay still, analyzing all her feelings.

“Just breathe, love.”

It was so simple and complicated at the same time. Just lie there and breathe. Aloy couldn't say for sure when she had done it last. Carelessly. Without thoughts. Just taking your time. Look at the sky shimmering with evening haze.

There was still time before Nemesis.

The fingers of her right hand felt something magical. They lazily touched the silk petals of meadow flowers, fingered thin blades of grass.

Sometimes she dug her fingertips into the soft, fertile soil.

She took a deep breath of the gentle meadow air, followed with her eyes the soft light of a firefly dancing in a spiral around her face.

She closed her eyes blissfully.

She smiled and with her left hand felt the pigtail of the man lying with the jack and pulled it, teasing the big tenact more.

At the same time, she felt as if she was touchin thunderjaw by the tail with impunity. It was really like that.

Kotallo gasped noisily and grinned.

"You were enough for exactly five minutes. And I'm not pulling your hair."

She smiled broadly, playing with his many braids. The striking contrast between the feeling of the softness of the earth and the night, gently scented flowers and the smoothness of the bone and stone beads in his hair made her purr blissfully.

But maybe that was Kotallo's fault, too. His firm presence nearby, warmth and tenderness gave something different, incommensurable in simple words, a feeling.

Be here. Breathe next to him. Listen to her heartbeat and swear in her thoughts that she hears the measured beating of his strong and big barbaric heart.

She relaxed into his caress while he gently fingered the strands of her hair like silk ribbons.

Kotallo often said that her hair is a pure soft flame that can be stroked and passed through her fingers without fear.

She couldn't resist, and hiding a laugh, said:

"Sometimes I think you like my hair more than me."

"You are as accurate as ever in your conclusions," Tenakth noted with a slight irony. She pulled his braids again, harder this time. He breathed her name reproachfully. "Aloy."

"Yes?" she asked quietly.

"Another ten minutes. Breathe."

"Good."

"My impatient huntress. We have nowhere to hurry. Do you remember?"

There was contentment in his tone and she could feel his smile. The one that was just for her.

And she believed every word he said.

In fact, she was ready to lie there for an eternity. With the man who loved her that calm and quiet cradle of lights. He loved her so desperately, wildly and passionately, as if there was no one else in this world.

Among the flowers, herbs and sparks of the darkening sky. She smiled back at him, knowing that he would feel the same.

Even with her eyes closed, she knew the secret:

«Nemesis is still a long way off. Nemesis will be defeated.»

Twilight descend like a silk veil on their skin.