In the afternoon garden, Gawain sat on a bench enjoying the rare quietness of these days. Since approaching winter, he hadn't enjoyed the afternoon sunshine like this for a long time.
The giant sun hung high in the sky, its crown covered with faint wood grain forever reminding Gawain of the uniqueness of this world. He vaguely remembered the huge shock and even oppression he felt when he first saw this giant sun, yet unknowingly, this scene had deeply imprinted in his heart. He was used to this glorious "sun," accustomed to the light and heat it brought, and accustomed to everything in this world.
Also used to the bunch of strange humans or non-human beings around him.
Tiel coiled herself on the nearby lawn, enjoying the warmth brought by the sun. Her upper body lazily stretched across the path between the lawn and the bench, lying in an afternoon languor (though she was lazy at any time) on a decorative large stone beside Gawain, talking about things happening far away:
