Sunbeam Lair seorsum

And his gaze raked over her—his greeting so formal, as she had become accustom to from the Mereo members. He swept forward, acting a blockade from the wind that still held a hint of the summer warmth—just before the descent to autumn. 

It was the warm wind that collided above with the cooler front, the lowest rumble of thunder causing her eyes to alight and a light jolt to skirt through her—We should, she agreed almost too quickly, already beginning to weave her way down and to the entrance of the lair, refusing to look to the sky as a flash of lightning could be seen from the distance.