There was a warm fragrance within the afternoon breeze that day.
Last sun, vaguely purple, hung melancholically in the sky, dyeing it with soft hues of orange and gold.
Two tall figures decked in ellaborate and heavy jewel-incrusted robes were leaning against one of the Crystal Castle´s western verandas.
-“This is my favorite time of day” warbled Gourmand skekAyuk with evidente glee, opening his mouth as wide as it was to carelessly give out a hearty yawn. –“Some nice warm wind, nothing to do...except digesting last dinner! He,he,he…”-
Right by his side, the Illustrator smiled at the comment, narrowing her eyes to shield herself from the last sunbeams, which were dancing right between her beak and forehead, mottled and dotted by the shade of the pointy towers that rose behind them, looming over the veranda.
-“You´re right, Gourmand. Sunset just has to be one of the most pleasant times of day. Look at all those colours!...Just by stand
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