Silvina settled back in the rocker, still wondering how she had let her Harper convince her to come retire South. She snorted at the thought. She was as retired as D'ram and Lytol, which was to say not at all. No one even pretended to believe the Harper had ever retired.
As if summoned by her thoughts, the man took a seat in the other rocker, gracefully setting a light wine on the table between them for her, and taking her hand when it fell in range.
The breeze was cool, the fire lizards were singing, and they were together.