7
Devarius lay on the incline of the mountain, watching the sunset. He was healed for the most part, but he was still a bit bruised. A week had passed since the attack, and Devarius hadn’t yet stopped looking around every corner. The sky gleamed a light blue-purple, making the rest of the surrounding mountains stunning in the light’s silhouette. Aquila appeared in his view. She began walking up the steep mountain to lie at his side.
Devarius appreciated her form as she approached. He loved how she looked, both inside and out. Her hair fell down to past her shoulders in waves. Normally it was straight, and that was one thing Devarius liked about her. He didn’t know why, but he never much cared for curls. However, her hair was between straight and curled; it had waves. And he found that he
