Yeah, she looks up and agrees, lots of stars tonight. A silence (could contain the always noise of three thousand years of cricketcall, but doesn't) remarks something for the city & giving a value to his observation about it. Be cause its emptiness of cricketcalls, he notices succinctly, making her too observe his quick wit sometimes looked over.
Misty leapt off the step onto a rock fastened centered on a riverflow, veering distancewrd to ward something, off, a rock and into the water, fast swept though still shallow enough to collect all the reflections from the passing nights. Neither was sharp (the rock, the sky, he, she) but they all laughed in sparkle spires, or serrated spade shapes, just a stabward sliverslice. That could have been.
