The setting sun's afterglow sprinkled over the sparkling river, bathing the buildings on both banks in a warm, gentle hue.
A few white geese flapped their wings and frolicked on the river, while wild grasses swayed gently in the breeze along the shore.
People who had been busy all day were starting to prepare dinner, and wisps of smoke were rising. The pedestrians on the streets were becoming sparse.
The twilight of the White City overflowed with happiness, so beautiful it was like a painting.
Gray sat upright on a bench by the river, next to a sobbing Shelley. The Bone Horse was frolicking on the nearby grass.
"Why exactly is she crying? It's just a little fall. I didn't see her get hurt. Human girls sure are delicate."
"You think she's crying because she fell?"
"What else could it be?"
"Alright, if you say so. I can't be bothered to explain."