While the boisterous cheers and playful shouts of their friends echoed from the surf, Nero and Khione had carved out a world of their own on the warm, sun-drenched sand. In Nero's hands was a simple, beautifully crafted kite of white silk, with long, flowing tails of deep blue that shimmered in the light, reminiscent of her hair and eyes.
He didn't need to ask if she wanted to join him; a subtle nod was all the communication required. They walked a little further down the beach, finding a wide, open space where the wind swept in from the ocean, steady and strong.
Nero unspooled the string, his movements patient and deliberate. He handed the reel to Khione, his hands then gently guiding hers, showing her how to feel the wind's intention.
"Wait for the pull," his voice was a soft murmur near her ear, almost lost in the breeze. "Let the wind tell you what to do."
