CHAPTER EIGHTEENCharouth smiled into the strong rays of the sun on her face. A few yards away to her right the sun reflected off Chalkatora’s blazing red, orange, and gold wings. Next to her Onomata hovered, stretching her purple and white streaked wings as she slammed the volley ball across the net and into the sand at Nephonos's feet. Graphathas dove for the ball, came up sputtering sand and laughing. Out in the water, Oethra and Mermeoth splashed each other playfully. On the blanket to the left Douth braided brilliant blue flowers into Melioth’s pale locks. A familiar form came into view bearing a large tray laden with fresh fruit drinks. He placed the tray on the table then sank gracefully down on the blanket next to Charouth. She turned her face to his and warm lips met hers in a lovi
