A pale young man sat alone on a bench with legs carelessly crossed and his eyes closed.
In the warm sunlight, he had an uncanny resemblance to the litany of statues scattered throughout the ancient green labyrinth.
With each breath his chest slowly rose and fell, giving the impression of deep slumber.
A dark shadow fell over his face, blotting out the soft stream of warm sunlight.
Oblivious to the newcomer, the youngman remained completely still, breathing softly.
A pale delicate hand moved in the stillness, creeping closer to his neck then pausing hesitantly for a moment.
After a few moments, the young man's eyes slowly opened revealing a pair of brown russet eyes.
"Talia, to what do I owe the pleasure? And how did you find me?"
Talia smiled, her lips curling into a faint smile.
" Can't I simply check on a friend?"
Lucian stared at her for a moment then slowly extricated himself from the chair.
