Like it were a beneficial shower of rain, dawn’s light, first stretching to the heavens, poured through the branches over the pair, and brought warmth to arms and bodies. What had been seemingly without shape, now was clearly outlined as Lathander’s light swept over the surrounding evergreen land like muted wind, raising moisture from the soil in a brief, steamy fog. The longest of nights had passed, and now, each new day, much... much earlier, the rosy-red fingers of dawn turned to gold. The spring sky put on that kind of face where the only possible response was to remain silent, just as it was supposed to be with a many-splendored event.
As rays of light raced over the land, neither able to defeat the other, sweet songbirds began performing a concert that elicited feelings of joy and happiness to any humans and local fauna present. The shallow valley below brightened with both light as well as music. Saul’s broad shoulders were mantled with light as he sat up, and then his whole body came up out the darkness that was a stack of cloaks and blankets, and stood on the new shore of the day just by the edge of the valley. He gazed out over the spectacle before he turned back to look down at the woman still asleep. Sometimes, when he was looking at her, he had a hard time to believe she was real, and this was exactly one of those moments.
And he wasn’t just considering her physique, or shapes and curves, but he also had come to compare her with nature. Her eyes, now still closed, looked like water in sunshine, and her hair framing her cheekbones, flowed like a pristine, enthralling river down her shoulders. Not a trickle, but a stream that moved listlessly across the underlying surface, adorning said porcelain-like and now seemingly glowing curves. Just like the awakening nature, she was fresh in appearance, and breathtaking to all who had the privilege to see her like this. It made Saul’s heart beat like as if he had climbed a steep hill in order to behold a promising view. He was aware of the several, deep mental breaths he had to take during each occassion where he witnessed her in this state.
He also realized that these little trips with her to this spot in nature were his treasure, a sanctuary from the sometimes busy hubbub of life. The locals flowers on her chest looked even more real, like as if some artist had painted them on her body in order for them to never wither, their perfume, carried by the sultry breeze even more hard to believe. And then it struck him,... it -dawned- on him why he was fascinated by this entire fantastical picture that was as if from a children’s book,... with a princess at its center. It was glorious. Silently he thanked Lathander for the hunch before he went to lay down again. Saul cherised the woman he had taken in his arms once more,... with a mysterious, and slightly excited smile hovering on his lips...
