Emyr met Ara again at the breakfast table. She had taken a hot bath and scrubbed the sea-salt from her hair and body. She was wearing orange t-shirt and dark blue capri shorts. Her feet had white rubber shoes with thin soles.
"Hi!" she greeted him with a shy smile.
"Hello, Ara!" Emyr kissed her cheek. "How are you feeling? Still cold?"
"I'm fine, Emyr. Thank you," Ara grinned widely. "And you?"
"I'm starving." The way he said it, while staring at her bare lips, made her cheeks and ears blushed red. "Please, pour our coffee," he whispered huskily.
Ara poured coffee to two cups and gave one to him quickly.
While sipping his coffee, Emyr surveyed the skies. There were birds flying above. Strange...
"Sir Emyr, look!" Ponso hurried over to them and pointed at the sea.
There were logs f
